[Metrice]

 

The eve of Ambivalent Light.

Year: 2199

There was a whisper upon the wind, it hummed a welcoming invitation for any that might heed it. For subtle and small was its timbre, rendering it easily overlooked by the busied mind. A ceremony of Galaen brilliance was soon to transpire, and one of her servants had sent call to the faithful.

 

“Come, come! An invitation falls to all who wish to see the wonders of our Night Mother; on this coming eve the innumerous tapestries of the heavens are to dance, to sway in a ballet of a resplendent celestial majesty. Only follow her warmth into the Tower of Aetius, there one will find a gateway leading to a realm shone in her light.


So come, come! None should be so unfortunate as to overlook this praise to be, lest their tongue sting with the salt of regret.

Such a night would be an abhorrence to have wasted.”

Save for these mutterings, there was no clarity of the ritual to be, its nature and its purpose was all a mystery. Only the selected venue was known. In kind few were privy to the sender’s origin, their name, their countenance, none was apparent; only their hospitality was readily evident.

The Tower always held an air of mystique, its significance ever captured within the minds of Meranthe’s multitudes. Many had laid claim, many had lost it. On this Eve a rite dedicated to the cosmos is soon to transpire. A pleasing sight before Lady Gala’s gaze, and for all that might stand in attendance.

Those that venture there might find themselves engulfed in flowing emotion. As if they were caught within a zephyr of sensation. Awash in tides of joy, sorrow, fear, anger, hope, compassion, and tranquility. All aflutter upon the mind. Like murmurs of reality coalescing upon one another.

It was both surreal, and tangible. A perfected dichotomy of experience that any who desired could find their own; should they make the journey. For soon the Isle amongst the Stars will glow with her brilliance. Rumors dance from curious lips, yet none seem to grasp the entirety of what is at play.

Whispers and half-truths lacking clarity were abound, till the eve befell the multitudes.

So that any who venture there might bask in cosmic radiance. All beautifully interlaced with echoes of ambivalence; grafted into every breath, gifting the many a remembrance that would last through the ages.

OOC Notes:

(This will transpire on Saturday December 6th, at 6:00 PM EST upon the Isle amongst the Stars.)