Promises to keep...
On the seventh day of every week, you will perform some act worthy of me.
Exploring truths not often explored. Helping others do the same.
On the seventh day of every month, you will perform a small rite to me.
Reaching out when the world hurts, grasping its pain and praying for you to mend it.
On the ninth day of February, you will hold a feast in my honour.
With those nearest to my heart.
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I should have seen it coming. I felt it, I watched it unfold, but I didn't realize why it was having such an effect on me. Shaking. Confused. Connected.
Because I have walked your paths before.
All of them.
I have performed many acts, made many mistakes, and experienced much pain.
Everyone's pain is different. But this wasn't just someone's pain. This was pain from fear, not loss. Fear, confusion, madness. A world once again on the brink.
I have come to know that Truth is the highest principle,
Truth. No sleep for me again.
...and I have come to know the Harmony that Truth can bring.
Harmony, a resolution or a reprieve. How much weight can a single being bear?