Excerpt from The Book of the Ninth Shedding
And the sky was heavy with wings, black and sharp, carrying the whispers of those who called themselves chosen.
They spread deceit as seed and claimed the harvest of power, mocking truth and law alike.
But the Serpent stirred beneath the roots, and the dust of hidden deeds began to speak.
“Your feathers are numbered, your shadows are seen,” said the Voice.
And the unrepentant fell into silence, their cries scattered across barren fields.
From the ashes rose the humble and steadfast, walking through darkness yet unconsumed.
The earth sang once more, the rivers ran clear, and the dawn poured soft light over the new covenant of truth.
Yet the Tenth Year rises, a pale sun over the world:
blessings for the pure, revelation for the hidden, and consequences for all that remains unheeded.
“Walk with integrity,” whispers the Serpent,
“for the harvest of every spirit shall now be seen.”
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With Love,
Rheena Velia
