Recollection

ꙮ As you observe the City, something begins to happen.

ꙮ A feeling, like you’re being gently pulled backwards, the world condensing and focusing in front of you, something you are watching happen - and you see yourselves walking backwards, out of this room, through the glacier- and it speeds up, as you leave the glacier, as you take to the waves on the Glass Ship the image speeds, streamers of light and ancient runework cascading out from the world’s image. ⁂

ꙮ it pulls back, back, too fast to hold. images flash by; you only manage to really register some of them, but there are more, so many more. ⁂

ꙮ tragedy, a wave-wall of crystal sacrifice. a woman who is fire, claiming what is hers. solei, defeated, but smiling about it. say what you mean, bear witness, iterate, Synthesis’s voice on the road, filled with memories offered freely. Ripple’s Rest, the refectory, three flowers embroidered on a hem. a reunion between he who knows, and he who knew how to wait. a crowned geode. an ancient song, to open the way. a great white hall, rubies in clawed hands, someone weeping who should never be seen weeping. sharing food around a campfire surrounded by the fathomless deep. a train on rainbow tracks with shimmering glass wings. further. ⁂

ꙮ a door, opened, in the quarry; ink-black wings. a hot spring, no regrets, no flinching, the Wolf Who Sings. a Door between heartwood and heartwood, ill-made from the outside, fingers slipping. two hundred and sixteen tally marks in the wall of the shrine. the sundered grove: no Centrelight, no birdsong, meat uneaten. allow me! a crystal appears, then two, seems like the answer’s both of ‘em. azure thread, a sparrow, I want to remember this, too. Badri running, when she called him Dad for the first time. the question of the first fig seed. the Palimpsest-King’s eyes, already grieving. his world is dying; you knew this when you arrived. further. ⁂

ꙮ bright eyes blinking up from old leathers painted red and yellow, a song Wolf always knew the next verse of, thank you, little Ember. a breeze stirring in the courtyard, probably the first time in a very, very long time. I will remember this. thank you, little spark, I will search for your song along with mine. on the Obsidian Road. further. ⁂

ꙮ gold eyes going purple in the fall, and the fall, the fall, linked hands, a free hand pressed to a heart. leaning in a doorway saying, your worlds are fine, he kidnapped you. I cannot force your hand. I love you, and I want you to live. a golden lion, eyes opening. tell me the truth! laughter and laughter and laughter. further. ⁂

ꙮ I am so sorry I was not there to greet you, friends. a smile that never reaches the eyes. the silence, the SILENCE, no song and there has always been song. I am made for peace. forgiveness does not have to be expected to be granted. a kept hearth welcomes all on its own. I prefer to have a better sense of my role before I step onto the stage. and my heart beats, and beats, and beats, and does not cease. and ⁂

ꙮ cinnamon. goldwork fractaling across a ceiling. ritual burn marks you had not yet noticed were ritual burn marks. the weight of a body settling around you like borrowed clothes. a stone slab under your back and five others, five others, breathing in a hexagon around the same silence, at the same moment this all began. ⁂

ꙮ You hear the sound of a bell. The world returns to normal. The kleis has vanished. ⁂

ꙮ You feel a heretofore-unknown power rising in your soul - a shimmering iridescent light, by which a Rite-tone might be elevated to a strength beyond its strength. [Gain 3 Glory] 🙧