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Soldier, Poet, King
MERIDIAN
the witch of ages
she/they seems 20s
There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn...
OVERVIEW
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"But what of my greatness?" She asks.
The gods do not answer. The refraction looms above the world, unchanging.
SYNOPSIS
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Your name was something long shed and forgotten.
A revered title today grants no promise of exultation tomorrow. Not when your fate wills it that you will only ever be supplement to the glory of others. The triumph of long-fabled heroes with you as their deliverance.
But donβt you, too, deserve that greatness?
Meridian, now a child of the encroaching storm. Tend to your peace and hold it close to your chest. The time of gods and kings has passed, and this is the age of man.
- Silence, not a sound from the pavement.
- Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone.