For the King of All Darkness, a reflection on recent Otherworld events.
Now is the hour of the moon’s rising, of those
evanescent through time to be found. This new
world once thought lost–you step forward to
sign your name, sign your greetings, sign your
thoughtfulness and understanding. This world still
alive in the cracks between still shining stars, but the
reigning force is silence. So your hands speak for you (the
language spoken has been lost) offering peace. There
is wariness still, of your Crown, but you accept no offered
gold, for it will tarnish soon. This action caused acceptance of your
honor, of your good standing. There is still more to be done, but
time is slowly moving forward, and thus your Alliance is sealed.