- Pronoun
- they or she
In endless night, a prayer for dawn.
Take heart; the Sun answers.
First, there was light. Honey-gold and rust-red, an infinity of it, enough to burn the eyes. The sun was overhead, too bright to look at directly. Beyond that— the mesa-top again, now far brighter and with no ground below, with only dazzling clouds reaching out into the horizon on every side. Through the Rift-Breacher portal, the Wayfarers had seemingly stepped directly into the heart of the dungeon, which clearly resembled the true plateau, out in realspace. This was a close replica, though without the stairway down, and older, less eroded by the wind of centuries. The Covenant personnel who had entered ahead of them were... incapacitated. Some lay prostrate, others covered their eyes and rocked slowly in place, others seemed unconscious...
The moment a Wayfarer took a few steps from the entryway, the light burned harder, and the Sun itself unfolded her wings...
...
What was that?
Have courage, heroic spirits. I am yet with you still. It seems the Living Sun is emerging from a previously stable state of dream-like repose. You may well have to battle her in order to prevent her fully emerging into the world...
...otherwise, the light of her unfettered Radiance may bring ruin to it.
Good luck, Wayfarers.
Take heart; the Sun answers.
First, there was light. Honey-gold and rust-red, an infinity of it, enough to burn the eyes. The sun was overhead, too bright to look at directly. Beyond that— the mesa-top again, now far brighter and with no ground below, with only dazzling clouds reaching out into the horizon on every side. Through the Rift-Breacher portal, the Wayfarers had seemingly stepped directly into the heart of the dungeon, which clearly resembled the true plateau, out in realspace. This was a close replica, though without the stairway down, and older, less eroded by the wind of centuries. The Covenant personnel who had entered ahead of them were... incapacitated. Some lay prostrate, others covered their eyes and rocked slowly in place, others seemed unconscious...
The moment a Wayfarer took a few steps from the entryway, the light burned harder, and the Sun itself unfolded her wings...
there must always be a dawn
to banish the darkness
to banish the darkness
...
What was that?
Have courage, heroic spirits. I am yet with you still. It seems the Living Sun is emerging from a previously stable state of dream-like repose. You may well have to battle her in order to prevent her fully emerging into the world...
...otherwise, the light of her unfettered Radiance may bring ruin to it.
Good luck, Wayfarers.
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