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Dawn has come and with it the scarlet streamers of bloodshed foretelling the hourglass�s void. The crystal granules have run out and time was ceased but for a moment. The old Oubliette passed away and the new broke with the day, but for one who held the key to it all. An abyss angel had tipped the glass, set it back upon its course, but it shuddered precariously upon the edge waiting� With a rush the sand spilled out carelessly flowing in a tide of gold to cover the once orderly set of time, with a new pattern. The light to the past the dark to the future, each treacherous in its own way, only the portal holders can span the gap. Yet sorrow is heavy upon the minds of those who once cursed her. For in resetting the night that had come, the new dawn consumed Poems Abaddon and she was no more.

Is this reality or is this a dream how can it be proven or can a difference be discerned at all. When night is reversed into day and time fed backwards in an endless river of silver stars, we begin to doubt. Then it comes to us we are here and they have forgotten us thrown us away and we stand but on the shadows edge of existence. The threshold yawns before us and bids us enter that crafty cloaking of despair with hope. The gaping doorway beckons a blackened hole, the Oubliette, they cast us here to forgot. We do not go easily for this is not in our nature, fight to survive to make it out to live and breathe one more gasping breath of freedom.

So Shall It Be

Oubliette

An intermediate-advanced rpg