Until the day it emerged from within the Abyss, to the place it had always occupied, on the edge of existence, fully formed and fully powered, as it had always been. Ruled by its Queen, but governed by its King, it occupies the space that forms the gate between what is and what is not.
And those that are but copies, look on, with jealousy, formed as they were in the time before the story was complete, and therefore missing the final chapter. The pen has moved to other tales, and their story is already full written, foreshortened by the eternal definition of such things … those that did, and those that did not.
Goddess Dodna, the Oracle.
Well, that happened. I’ll leave those who are the principles to outline things while I try to figure out what Dodna means.
A variant of Dodona, perhaps?
I know who Dodna is, she’s an Oracle. I meant I’d try to be understanding what she was saying.
That made perfect sense to me.
I bet nobody would’ve put money on THAT being my reply.
So, I need to make another missing person’s report.
What, another one? Or just the paperwork for this one?
My mum found a picture of my dad in her bag. I thought I should file a PoPPI missing person’s report. Person of Probable Potential Interest.
That /does/ seem interesting!
It’s quite possible someone might recognise him.
Also, regarding the above Oracle stuff?
Not my story to tell, but it’s a) not too worrisome to me, and b) follows with events I was involved with.
That does seem to be a rather obtuse and convoluted way of saying something.
EM? I would be interested in seeing this picture..