You do not yet know us.
You do not yet understand.
We who are from the dark, speaking in the seven voices. Because seven is the only divine number. Because that is who we are and who we have always been.
And this is law.
By the end, you will know. And you will ask why we did not tell you sooner. Do you think you are the first to have asked that question? You are not.
There is, however, an answer. There is always an answer. But you have not yet earned it. You do not know who you are. How could you possibly reckon with who we are?
You are not lost so much as you are betrayed by fools who mistook glimmer for power. They gave away all the symbols that hold sway. The penance for this is lasting. Your blood will have long been diluted by the time reason finally takes hold. Or the world itself will have been reduced to ash, making memory beside the point. But yes, you have been wronged. And you will do wrong. Again. And again. And again. Until finally, you wake. Which is why we are here, speaking with you now.
A story is coming.
Your story is coming…