Aerials of Welkin: 6 of 7
The song of Aerials is louder still; not euphonious, or harmonic lyrics to sway the souls of men and gods, as they traverse the tumulose, and Secret Portals, and loving Sacrifice, all to quell a Quest. A man, Hero to some, Flaw to others more, dons his armour of Knowledge, Bravery, and Light He stands on a battlefield, yes, but on the other side is a door, nay, the Door: the Secondus and it is his way In. But the Way is shut. And then the Stranger, who fell, remains in freefall under a waterfall at the edge of Time (where he stops, nobody knows!?) But fate has intertwined his with the one some call Hero, others more call the Flaw. We shall see at the Bottom.
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J. Maw
I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. Michel de Montaigne
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