{ A Letter to Haggard Elossi } //DM

[Mari]

{ A letter is left with Haggard Elossi at her lounge by a young woman- a recent regular at the establishment. A tract of some sort tucked within it }

Mistress Elossi,

Though we have spoken only in passing, I find myself moved by the sentiments you have expressed. That the Well and its denizens fall yet short of their potential. I would guide it back to becoming a place of true place of wonders and splendors. To guide it to cast aside the doubts that shackle it. The fears.

I am no merchant or mercenary. And so this priestess and guide seeks your patronage if you would grant it. I would speak with you of such things, if you would hear me. Enclosed are my works, that you might know me.

-Mari Blacke

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Greetings, dreamer. You who read my words. You who gaze in wonder and fear at the world you have conjured about you. How is this so? What does it mean? Come. Seek me. I will lead you to your answers. Do not fear, dreamer. Nothing you imagine here is real...

...yet.

This is your Dream. You alone have the power to make it Real. It can be made real. I cast no light, but I am the Torch. I do not burn but I IIllume the way. By my blessings and Her power clarity can be granted. The scales shall fall from your eyes. You fears and doubts shall fade.

Look to the stars: they do not shine, but YOU do.

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You gaze to the stars, dreamer. You divine from them truths but you do not find -your- Truth. You navigate the world by the light of the stars, but they cannot navigate your heart. With me, you will chart your path through this Dream. You will see with new eyes, behold with new wisdom, stride the horizons with new confidence. You will at last See the world around you and your place at the center of it. You have the power to make of it what you Will, if you will seize it.

Though lightless, I am the Torch. The darkness between the stars that marks the path. Take me in hand. I will illume the way to your Truth.

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The stars do not shine but you do.

The moon does not glow but you do.

The sun does not blaze, but you do.

This is the magic of the Dream. This is -your- magic. The skies are dark if not for the light -you- cast.

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The desert is cruel. The wilds merciless. The wastes deadly. But you, dreamer, survived them where others did not. By the pity of the Sun? It has none it is said. By the dispensation of the stars? They are distant it is said. No. It is not by celestial largesse.

It is by the force of your own Dream you endure. Your will made manifest. You grope for the way forward, stumbling a path beset with knives and pitfalls. You need not do so blindly. I am the guide. Where no light shines, I illumine. I am the Torch. Seek me, dreamer.

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It is in the moment that you exist. In the now. Aswirl in magic, in potential. Coccooned in the moment, the present is the time of change. Of flux. There is danger in this, dreamer. But power, too. The terrors of the now are ever-present, but they need not be greeted alone.

Take me in hand. Abjure the scales of the Dream from your eyes and see the shape of it. Discard fear. Discard doubt. The Sun and Moon shine no light that illumines the path but, unburning, I do. Through the darkness between the stars, I reveal.

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It is in the moment that you exist. It is in the perfect moment that you exist perfectly. Eternally. The ascendant immanent. It is through the pursuit of this moment the Dream can be made forever real. Affixed. Triumph unshackled from consequence. From judgement. From loss. The illusions of the Dream shall be abjured and the true face of the divine revealed.

You will GLEAM like the stars!

You will WAX like the Moon!

You will BURN like the Sun!

For an ETERNAL instant you will SHINE eternally in your SHINING world!

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