The Gates

A flash of light and noise, and the darkness is driven screaming backwards. I have seen it. Bright seeds like fallen stars lie below me now, their light constantly shifting, brightening, dimming. It has begun, then. The fulfillment of the promise, whispered down to me those long nights before light, when I crouched here staring in the Abyss. It has begun now, truly. I have seen it. I bear witness.

-1/21/05

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The Gates are opening, I see it. I have been here almost as long as the statue. She will never speak, though, caught as she in contemplation of the Song. My snare is of another nature, however, so my voice is free to tell you what I see, here from my watch. That may not mean much now, but in the days to come, during Pandemonia's upheaval, you may come back, to hear me speak of those first days. When the Creator first formed the Gates, and placed me here to bear witness.
I do not know why I am here, from where I sprang or even who I was before this moment, here, sitting on this Wall, watching not Pandemonia (for it is all darkness now) but rather the darker shadows of what may soon be Pandemonia moving across the void. The faint echoes of angels, and demons. I hear the Creator's whisper, on nights when the wind is high from Above and mutes the rising cacophony from Below. There will be more, he says, so much more. So I watch, and bear witness. That is my purpose. To speak of these things to you, so you may know them.

- 12/01/04

The Watcher. A dark-cloaked figure crouches on the top of the Walls. She (He? It?) says nothing at your approach, indeed seems not even aware of your existence. A sense of maniacal concentration bleeds from her, unwavering, as light through a lens focused to incineration.You almost turn away when you hear her draw breath. "Pandemonia..." she sighs, whisper-like from her pale lips.	The Listener.

"It's changing. I see it. It's changing..."
A flash of light and noise, and the darkness is driven screaming backwards. I have seen it. Bright seeds like fallen stars lie below me now, their light constantly shifting, brightening, dimming. It has begun, then. The fulfillment of the promise, whispered down to me those long nights before light, when I crouched here staring in the Abyss. It has begun now, truly. I have seen it. I bear witness. -1/21/05 --------------------------------------------- The Gates are opening, I see it. I have been here almost as long as the statue. She will never speak, though, caught as she in contemplation of the Song. My snare is of another nature, however, so my voice is free to tell you what I see, here from my watch. That may not mean much now, but in the days to come, during Pandemonia's upheaval, you may come back, to hear me speak of those first days. When the Creator first formed the Gates, and placed me here to bear witness. I do not know why I am here, from where I sprang or even who I was before this moment, here, sitting on this Wall, watching not Pandemonia (for it is all darkness now) but rather the darker shadows of what may soon be Pandemonia moving across the void. The faint echoes of angels, and demons. I hear the Creator's whisper, on nights when the wind is high from Above and mutes the rising cacophony from Below. There will be more, he says, so much more. So I watch, and bear witness. That is my purpose. To speak of these things to you, so you may know them. - 12/01/04