The golden light drowned the table. As the beams of light reached for the skies, so too did the woman’s arms lift like a marionette’s. Her grin split wide, and as the formless words began slithering past her lips, the night sky burst into flame. Mirabel watched in terror as the pillars of fire reached out for the night, where three stars looked down upon them in brilliant sheen. The unbearable heat that erupted from nothingness burned so hot that even the moon itself began melting, its silver surface dripping into strands of mercury. Then the woman’s echoes coalesced into being, and the depth of her murmurs resonated into the night: “Deep within the cracks of time, the slumbering sister awakens, and the stars begin life anew. In flame, will you bathe, and from the embers will an old promise rekindle. And there it will all end where it started. Solemnly, as the stars weep and dusk alone bears witness. As steel and flame clash in the crucible of a new world, with the guilt of sin and a heart everbright.”
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One thought on “Home Cauldron Page 33”

  1. Llywenna

    I’m sorry. Your time is up. Please cross my palm with gold for the next three prophecies

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