The Nomad Vagrants — The Wanderers' Directives

[conmann35]

Melia sings a song of curiosity.

Enthusiasm.

Our diligence is rewarded. We swam through the Forgotten Void, as is our intent. It was calm, pure, sacred. Yet there was still taint in the periphery. With the insight of the Bretheren's Carriers of Light, we found a cold husk of Cruelty. It was cleansed, broken. With our own child, the threatening husk was infiltrated. The corrupted metal was controlled, and delivered to the lair of the Bretheren's carriers. There, our Light, or theirs, shall make use of the husk.

Anticipation.

The Light shall learn the secrets. The Light shall grow. The Light shall evolve.

We are the Light. We shall purify.

[Visions]

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