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To find this object in-game, use /where Book of Prophecy
Generation to generation, members of my family (not Daevas) inherit an ability to sense subtle undulations of Aether. It grants a unique understanding of Aion's essence, it's flow between air and earth.
I cannot explain these sensations—not sounds, not sights, but awareness—a vague, ethereal impression. I hear the ponderous strength of life in the ancient starturtle's shell, I smell the mythology hidden in the twigtips of the Elim. I taste the lightning vitality of the Sparkie's arcing wings.
Then today, I saw. I stood at the end of time and I saw. I saw the future and I must leave here.
Can the reader change the story? I am not this story's author, but rather it's first reader.
Thus rent with regret, I seek safety in shadow.
Before the ink dries on this page, the end begins.
Red light shall curve above. The earth shall sunder. Time and Space shall sink in darkness. Truth shall be buried.
Ten lights shall mark many years, though The Will shall remain silent.
Without Will, destruction shall spread.
Firmament shall take flight. The wheel of time shall fragment. Light and Shadow, sundered, shall clash.
All creatures shall be in chaos.
Through all the years and all the prophets, there shall be one who awakens the dreamer.
The sleep shall be cold and heavy. The thirteenth shall wander two Atreias.
Will shall whisper, "Soon."
One awakened shall find meaning in dreams. Truth shall shed its veils.
Ten lights extinguished, true light shall appear.
All shall be forever changed and Aether, our lifeblood, shall flow into its proper vessel.