To the world, she has vanished, every so briefly. But for Fie, she sees the scroll open up, its knowledge bright as day right in front of her. They are pictures, yet they all make complete sense as well.
15 strangers, from lands beyond. Nine Towers, where Seven have Fallen. Of 15, Seven remain of this world. Three on the outside. All inside a square depicting a stone room.
And in their center, a circle. A circle transforming into a Thalmor star, and then, an ouroboros.
An ouroboros transforming into an egg, where within, the World-Eater awaits. The egg almost seems to pulse on the page as a heart beat does, to the beat of a distorted, off-kilter watch.
And then, a flash of light, and Fie is falling back to the ground in the Conservatex.
She should probably say something - Time will wait for no one. Not anymore.]
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To the world, she has vanished, every so briefly. But for Fie, she sees the scroll open up, its knowledge bright as day right in front of her. They are pictures, yet they all make complete sense as well.
15 strangers, from lands beyond. Nine Towers, where Seven have Fallen. Of 15, Seven remain of this world. Three on the outside. All inside a square depicting a stone room.
And in their center, a circle. A circle transforming into a Thalmor star, and then, an ouroboros.
An ouroboros transforming into an egg, where within, the World-Eater awaits. The egg almost seems to pulse on the page as a heart beat does, to the beat of a distorted, off-kilter watch.
And then, a flash of light, and Fie is falling back to the ground in the Conservatex.
She should probably say something - Time will wait for no one. Not anymore.]