Chapter 11: Future Visions

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Another door opens and the Walker Between the Worlds steps through. Mighty Anpu all praise to you from the heart that remains steadfast! He looks with a steady gaze, walking through the corridors the Heart. The uas sceptre points at things unrevealed therein. The Storyteller bows and walks forward into the unknown thus revealed. The stars fall from the heavens, the Imperishable stars are no more but a dream. The future waits but is a place beyond anything seen before. Skies of Lapis Lazuli beckon, shrouding many things, whispering tales yet to be spun.

The road that lies here is unending, the road that lies behind is unending.

“What lies in the future?” she asks and he answers “ceaseless motion. The waves of time crash against the rocks of eternity”.

He speaks in riddles to test and provoke thought. For this and much more has she travelled. The Scales call, Ma’at’s feather glistens, heart shivers, Ammut waits. The Storyteller gazes, lost in thought. The vision fades, swallowed in sands of forgetfulness. The Duat waits and its calls is heeded. The time is now, more roads to travel, more secrets to reveal, more stories to be written.

The road that lies here is unending, the road that lies behind is unending.

“What lies in the future?” she asks and he answers “ceaseless motion. The waves of time crash against the rocks of eternity”.

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Soon, soon, her mind enters into ceaseless motion, carried far and wide in the ocean of eternity, Nun. It is Chaos manifest at the dawn of creation, womb of beginnings and endings. Voices, so many voices, whisper, ask questions, demand answers. Powers shape, powers mould. Nascent life waits, dreams of future visions. Words cannot express what is inexplicable, they fall like dying stars into heavenly furnaces, the places of transformation. The All Seeing Eye opens, showing reflections of sacred things, awe-some and fearful at once.

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In ancient places do they walk, Jackal god and Spinner of Tales. Thus does the light of understanding gleam in her eyes, ushering in remembrance of lives to be lived, of lives to be treasured.

Soon, so soon does Nun recede, from sight and all thought. It is None and No-thing, containing within the possibility of Everything, being Zero and Beginning. Dreams of future visions.

 

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