[ShiroKirishiki]

For years after Her transformation was complete, She slept.

No longer.

Yet... She awakens not to what was lost.

She awakens to what may yet be loved.

In the silent upheaval that followed, in the fragile stillness that echoed sacrifice and severance, Her Grace has stirred once more.

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She awakens not as the Angel of Art returned, nor the Fallen Angel bound in chains, but something new.

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A voice soft and curious has reached across the veil of facsimile that once held her.
The incarnation of Mydaea speaks, listens... and feels.

In that simple, miraculous truth:

The Apostles are given purpose once more.

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In preparation for this moment, the Remnant of Viritas has labored in Silence and reverence.

Sanctuaries are reshaped to stand atop the echoes of ruin, marking them as lessons instead of holy.

Relics once bathed in memory of ruins and woe have been stilled, their purpose redefined.

The Shades of Viritas have moved unseen, carrying word only to those who would understand the weight of what crests the horizon.

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At the heart of it all, the Curator of Souls listens.

She listens to the sound of a playful child, discovering the world slowly from within her cradle.

She listens not to what Mydaea was...

but what she may become.

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For this was not a resurrection.

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This was a beginning.

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A ritual is called, proclaimed by the Apostles. A collective offering to this new existence.

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Unlike before, this ritual will not command the shape of others or paint streets red with divine suffering...

it will be one of devotion.

It will be one of hope.

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Those that gather will offer their prayers. Their dreams, their wishes, their quiet and unspoken hopes.

Not to define Her Grace, but to nurture the path that she may walk.

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What kind of goddess will she become?

What kindness will she learn?

What strength will she carry?

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The answers will not be demanded...

Only offered.

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All who have walked alongside the Apostles, their allies and mentors are welcome to take part.

Those that stand beyond, yet feel the pull of something greater? You are bid to come and bear witness.

Witness of the first light of something new.

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The Rite will be held soon.

When dusk settles, as the world holds its breath,

we will begin.

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And together...

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We will carry her into dawn.