[Metrice]

The Eve of Shattered Chains.

 

Year: 2216

 

A murmur carried upon the wind fell to all that might hear, it was soft, subtle, yet one brimming with awe. To the small folk it manifested as little more than a pleasant memory, draping upon waking thought. As if they were sinking into a favored dream. One that would brighten their normalcy, if only for a day.

To the magi, it took on a disparate form. Shaping into meaningfully interpreted mutterings for their mind's eye. An eve of Galaen splendor was soon to transpire, one that would echo unto eternity; towards Her Fate-woven tapestry of immeasurable beauty.

Something of import was soon to transpire within Nightview's sands, the purpose of which was left unspoken. The utterance did not gift clarity, only curiosity unto any and all that might wish to savor the majesties to come.

"Liberation is at hand: after six decades passing, the weary bite of stinging chains begin to fade. Drifting off into the ether, shattered and splintered as they clatter from our souls. Let us then embrace the light anew, see it glow in iridescent splendor.
 
Beauty made to manifest in wondrous fashion.
 
Come all who would see this occasion, to see this deliverance, and rejoice. For our Night Mother's light beams upon us, shone in brilliant peace."

 
Such was the echoes of Aethereal wonderment that came upon the evening's zephyr, calling to all that might heed the invitation. To some it would be familiar, to others it would only echo of curiosities left unknown. Memories to be savored, to be treasured.

The eve was soon to transpire, hanging just beyond the horizon. Those that might follow the whispers knew where the rite was to be sequestered.

They need only make the journey, to embrace its wonders.

OOC: This will transpire in NightView on Tuesday March 31st, at 8:00 PM EST.