>>6248736More images flash again: the night sky.
The trails of the stars, the slow and quick ones…
Not just the Seven— these people venerate <span class="mu-i">all</span> Kiengiri, even if they are long dead…
The night sky turning like a lock and a key, stars falling in ordained rows, as <span class="mu-s">something</span> that has been shut…
No, not shut…
“Hnnh,” you groan. The images are a flood now.
Not shut… <span class="mu-i">ground</span> amidst their orbits for untold centuries, <span class="mu-s">something</span> that has been reduced to dust and powder, and that dust growing and blooming inside of living bodies, carrying glimpses of its immense, overwhelming power—
And the sky now turning, turning, like a key, ceasing its endless movement, its grinding, allowing <span class="mu-s">what</span> has been stuck inside that celestial gear to droop back into the world.
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