Hail, Survivors!

Hail, Heroes and Tyrants! Hail, Warriors and Poets, Sages and Wardens, Artificers, Schemers, Priests and Priestesses: All Who Cast Eyes On High and Stood Unflinching in the Face of Certain End!

Let us not mourn too long for the vanquished, for it is liable to end languishing in sorrow and paralytic vulnerability.

I espouse, in mirror of the ageless wisdom spoken from the Tyrannical Mouth of the Empire, (long may her lips be stained with sanguine red!) that this ought to be an Age of Sovereignty, of standing proud and aloft with head held high, raising ourselves from our once-tomb to new renown and new beginnings, to take what has been left to us and strengthen our means, to build upon ruins to new glories.

But even more so, this should be an Age of Wonder! I speak not of what it should be named, but rather what we ought make of it. No longer are we bound to what was termed a blister on the face of a wondrous Creation, hemmed in by laws of callous Design! Let us rediscover our realm with fresh eyes, no longer shrouded in Midnight. Places new and old, seen with fresh appreciation for what they might become, and reverence for whence they came.

Though my own story is not even yet a footnote in the pages of history, I wish to speak of this bond we all now share - for we are all on a fresh page of its chapters.

Survivors, we stood together upon Memonaransa, witnesses to awesome powers that wrenched tears from eyes incapable of crying, our essence pulled away in Zenith until we were all again as novices in strength, equally humbled before the final battle of Creators and Gods. Though the Eschaton saw fit in Its inscrutable way to return to us this strength, stolen and gifted from each in their own measure, let us RECLAIM also that feeling of wonder that once twinkled in our eyes when all was new to us.

Into every expanse of the Eschatons grand works, let us thrust our snout and drink of knowledge heretofore unknown, and denied to us. All lands and peoples, a magnificent oyster to be cracked!

Strength in Soul,
Aetyra

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 4th of Omeian, in the year 0 AC.