#precipicechanged

    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬,     igniting highways along a skin.    brewing only to 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤.      spilling out on to features ;    dark hues,    brightened by such ethereal light.   creased,    and crinkled,   by the lingering drawl of a haphazardly drawn 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧.    a 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡,     𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 slope of lips,         bending all around it under its presence.     𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦,      and 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡,    in every line of it’s etching.  

               𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 !       𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥,       𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔.         𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭,        𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 !            

    ❝         look at these 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆.     these 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.    consider their 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥.    from the day they arrive on the planet,    and blinking.  step into the sun.    there is more to see,    than can ever be seen.    more to do than-      ❞  

         𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎,     𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.  

       ❝     no.      hold on   !     ❞        (  w a i t . . .   uh-    no.    𝐧𝐨.   )      a realism dawns.     an expression wilting.        light withering,        waning.        a dusk upon what was once dawn.            melodramatically,      a frown overcasts,       peevish,    and petty in a baring.       ❝     .  . .   𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.       that's,        that’s the lion king.      but.        the point still stands !       ❞

Someone You Loved - Our Last Night

It wasn’t the full truth, Grant didn’t know the full truth. Nor did he ever think he would, but he knew enough. He knew about some of Kal’vaer’tar history, but not enough - barely the bare bones. If one could even call what he knew that and all the while... he believed himself to be an authority on it. 

Even if he knew next to nothing.

“It’s quite simple actually,” he says, taking a step forward, “but also complicated. I believe the word that was used quite often happened to be ascension.” 

While Grant still didn’t understand the specifics of it, the weapon that Grant used -along with what Morris did seemed to put together an effect that came crashing down akin to dominoes. 

It couldn’t be avoided; a fixed point in time.  It would happen again and again - always changing slightly, but the end result was the same. 

"The Kal’vaer’tar believed such a thing was dangerous. They happened to be correct. Now they are dead.” Most of them at least.