by shunjinx talonratios
Under the bright hazards of the moon, our sorrow's benefactor held a ritual of relevance at dawn. The clouds had gathered from all the municipalities surrounding, and stacked themselves as deep as they could. The starry constellations glittered visibly above and beyond them. The secret of life lay configured in the stars, a pattern long lost to any who would behold them.
The Violetus Centripetalis Order of the Spectral Shade prime officer Vulpus Lupin II high chancellor of interdimensional liasons stands before all visitation rights and preliminaries. He's reputed to be an impartial judge of remorseless character. The world order could never be maintained for another heartbeat should any of the toiling majority suspect otherwise.
What was coursing through his mind was The Dissolving Memory storms to come would last a thousand years. None with any capacity to speak would be left to survive in the wake of that silent calamity. The recurrence of the revolutionary circumferential dynamic completing any sort of imagined closed circuit remains quintessentially fantastic, yet quite affordable as an imaginary token when considering the impenetrable depth of magnitude the full spectral array of frames between the moments would fill in that space.
No such repeating cycle of orbit remains within eternity's compass. Rather, thinnies begin to manifest in a corner of the temple of the purple sun. A continuum of fairy tales emerge from this stratum. Known in certain quadrants as the Temple of Salamanus, captured in scraps of cuneiform salvaged from the long buried history of Phaeton, the former fifth planet from the Sun. We wander ever closer toward our quarry.
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