I walk the bridge through waiting cliffs and endless white skies, while the sea crashes below Me. The air smells of salt and the monastery’s songs echo greeting the dawn.
My Consort walks at My side, his presence a quiet reassurance that I am meant to be here, wearing the white that is only worn by the High King. The true High King stepped back and I, among several Others, stepped forward to lead Darkness.
The High King may be our guiding Northern star, but he will never allow himself, or his Kingdom, to stagnate or become stuck in the past. His stepping back to heal and lead by example, is yet another way he gives us Hope.