A Prophetic Vision, Spoken Out Loud
Year 250
The voice of the unknown breathes air, and brings forth thought into existence:
"Time has changed, and the world has moved on. The races
that once were, are no longer what they seem to be. It
has been painful, to change, to adapt, to forget. The
seas cry out in pain, so vivid is their sorrow that this
dimension trembles under its burdening weight. The tides
have turned and have run low, and the once blue water has
darkened and lost all sense of life - only to recede
farther away from the dry lands, whose thirst has only
worsened, bringing forth harsh conditions onto those
so most unfortunate.
Change has gone unnoticed, and ignorance has claimed its
victims. Those who have turned their head away from this
turmoil, have fallen into peril. And soon, the mourning
seas will call out to the wind - who, with its empathy,
will tap into this growing agony and bring forth its temper
in a rage of storms and hurricanes. The wind will soon
call upon the earth and its comforting embrace, and then
the world shall part, kingdoms will fall, and hope shall
plummet.
An insatiable fire will consume all of the Cleft, as its
burning vengeance would be called on upon by the breaking
earth, who shall hunger only for revenge. For this is the
future that the threads have shown, though they have yet to
be woven into the pattern of reality, space and time. Future
can change, yet a fear grows that it shall not, and despair
has begun to linger into the hearts of many. There will be
no time left, and a blanket of death will cover all of the
Cleft."