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The Histories Will Unravel

This History is the culmination of my labors, the fruit of my sacrifice. When an Hour of endings rests upon the empty throne, its subjects will bring these many pasts into beautiful oblivion.

The Final Night

When the Sun-in-Rags dons the double crown of shattered glass and unseamed scales, the Worms heed his dimming light. Their unseen forms make sunset of the world, its blood running red - always paler than the last. Until behind their teeth, all falls into the final night. [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: Hanged Man