#scripturecore

Ensure the door remains sealed with pitch. Bring up the next vessel, ensure the needles are purged. The Master in His boundless hunger surely demands more; a kingly surfeit of blood. This is no price at all for His unending mercy. Indeed, He works in ways beyond us mere men (for what are men to the Master but maggots?)

The Dreamer of Deimos. c. 1200 years anteseverance (AS).

And lo, I beheld a new Eden!

Flowers bloomed over the graves of saints; the valleys and craters of interminable war became glades of fresh beauty; the lifeless rock was adorned in moss.

Olympus gave forth flowing streams and wherever their clear waters touched the soil there grew tall and fruiting trees.

The red dust had gone away as if it had never been. The people walked abroad without hindrance or need of false breath. They trod barefoot upon the grass, and stooped to sup from the perfect rivers.