Requirements:

History’s Striving will Subside

The riddles of my Interlocutor are a question with a thousand pasts. If the Glory scorches away the false and leaves the true, the shape of my question will appear - and in it, my final answer.

A Wingless Flight

‘What may be lost?’ My Interlocutor’s riddles seemed an endless labyrinth, but in truth, they were mirrors in mirrors, a kaleidoscope holding a single question: What is gained from loss? I do not have my answer yet, but as these pasts fall away, one clarifies in my mouth. One day, I will know its shape - but for now, its lightness rests behind my lips: a weightless freedom. [You have shaped the Histories; set a stone in their foundation; reached a destination; finished the game. The roots of the world run ever deeper. Please accept our congratulations.]

Tarot: Picota