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Jet scoffed at the Coadjutors mad ramblings. But he soon found himself humbled as he was swiftly overcome with what he could only describe as homesickness for a place he hasn't been to yet. He felt a pull in his chest and he started walking in a cardinal direction. The sheet of slat flaked away into silver sand and the sky darkened above him so slowly and gradually he did not know when exactly he left Creation, only that he was no longer in it.
There was nothing around him but a silver wasteland with only endless dunes all around and absolutely no life. The sky above was as dark as the nights of Calibration itself, yet it burned with the innumerable, dim, green flame of alien stars.
"What the-"
"Don't stare too long. It's not wise to seek understanding of the patterns of Hell's constellations."
"Why?"
"In Creation the stars are part of the tapestry of Fate, and hold the secret designs of Destiny. Our stars are no such things. Each one was a demon sage who learned a piece of knowledge forbidden by the Yozi. Orabilis, The End of All Wisdom hurls these transgressors to the sky where they slowly burn away in Ligier, The Green Sun's light. You might enjoy protection from such harsh treatment... but I still wouldn't push my luck. So don't stare at them too hard, lest you learn something from them."
"Is everything going to be this weird from now on?"
"Ohoho. We are just getting started Prince! And you better acclimate quick!"
Jet sighed.
"So. What now?"
"Kneel. Offer a prayer to Cecelyne, ask her for safe passage, and start walking. And be diligent. The journey takes five days, regardless of travel speed. But you shouldn't offend Lady Cecelyne by not taking her seriously."
