At last, my eyes struck the crystalline damnation in the ashes of tomorrow's birth, for I had time to find it. And truly, I will forever be bound to the curse of this chamber as I have sat here forever, since the beginning of time, watching the shiny fabrics of destiny shake to the rhythm of history. My voice will not ring out from its cavity to speak my true name, for those who have heard of my essence will simply call me "The Seer". This is exactly what I am: observer of everything that transforms the mystical world. gears of time. I declare, the students of the world below will listen to me. They will hear my wise words, because I have waited long enough to speak my teachings once again. I ask everyone to look at the past with fervent eyes. In the past, I hope, you will find what the future holds. This is a story from a long time ago, I think eons ago, that predates the birth of this world born of sin and even my own life. This is a story in which, in the heavens, a divine court gathers above the clouds to contemplate their intentions for the dark maw of a new kingdom. These gods, the Eyes of I'ye, created a lower dimension where they would govern all aspects of existence. It was in the darkness of a new space that a world would emerge as the domain of a lesser creature. He, the most divine Eye and that god whose name cannot be mentioned, illuminated the newly dark landscape. He removed his third eye. He placed it in the void of space for this very occasion. And so, the divine sphere would explode at His command to lift the golden glass of the stars. The universe would be bright with visibility where His wife, Laeiasol, would continue her husband's work. With a flick of the wrist, his gold tooth fell from his gums to become... the center of the card... in my hellish prophecy and when it happens I will be in my room waiting - just waiting until the clock marks its last hour and the gears of time rust with their unpleasant imminence. On my bed of glass feathers I will rest until the chosen one finds his destiny. And when he does, he will be the second to see the truth like I did. So let this fate come. I say, if only the world below were as wise as I am. I'll try not to worry anymore. And since a god can be proven wrong, I too am subject to the coldness of error. I never anticipated my flaws, so they must exist. But for now I will wait optimistically. I long for someone to prove my clairvoyance wrong, to assure me that I only predict hellish possibilities. And so, I foresee one's sinful curse as I reassure myself that we cannot thwart the ancient logic of a god. Or at least, that's what I was told.