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. . .but . . . . what if today were also yesterday?And tomorrow had already happened before?Caught in a time-loop, the occupants of Urth,repeating entrenched tendencies every millennium or so . . . . . . . .A major conflagration; an axis-tilt, the world split into realms of light & dark.Baaleesch,
evil ruler of Darkworld sails to conquer the Pauper Queen of Lightland
and her realm .... but a mercenary, tired of killing, sings, hard
enough while evolving into another life-form. Vast battle-fleets sail
over antigravity seas, psi-power weapons flare, and an Artist destroys
a priceless painting to discover . . . .But perhaps only a Unicorn knows the real reasons for the repetition of folly . . . . ?.P o s t l u m o"Chaos reigned in the beginning.But the passage of time brought forth order,and stability was temporarily upon the land.Aeons passed.Stability evolved into rigidity,which, untended, gave way to brittleness,and in turn shattered into chaos.Such is the cycle of the world."Erte p' SonjeTender of the Mouth of TruthTemple of the Order offree speech and quest.A F T E R G L O"It is now as has been before."A beginning time."New life in a new world."Your's is a time of your own making in a place of your own imagining,a dreamtime world kept in place by your own beliefs."But it was not ever so."It starts so."But; in time it runs to seed."It is the inevitability of the cycle."The
old man looked up at the mid-toned blue roof of the place and the long
thin streamers of white that stretched thinly across it."You have learned, and your yearnings have exposed you to the Crux of things. You have stood apart in your learnings."The
Urth-place is different now as a result of this. Sadly, therefore, the
choosing time is upon you. Gone are the days of innocence."I
will tell you a tale, as preparation for your Choosings. The time that
follows the beginning time is a time of choosings and, eventually, a
time of forgettings. It is a tale of lies, of truth, of despair, of
hope, but above all, it is a tale of cycles."The
old man's bones creaked and he was wracked with pain but he paid no
heed as he stooped from his sitting position and slid awkwardly off the
circle of stone upon which he had been sitting until he was lying on
his side in the dust beside the circular block."Help
me," he said to his two onlookers, "help me brush off the sand." With
this the two attentives helped him remove the layer of sand and dirt
that had covered the circular block of stone until its surface was
fully visible. The attentives stood back. It was a giant face, carved
in a crude primitive fashion and possessing simple circular holes for
eyes, a broad flat nose with deep nostrils and an elliptically-shaped
cavernous mouth. A large crack ran from the top right edge and towards
the centre. There were ill-defined areas, bumps, that may or may not
have been meant to resemble hair. An irregular ridge ran all the way
round the edge."Come.
Do not be afraid." But the two hung back, unsure of what this meant.
"Come. Sit around the edge and each place a hand into the mouth."Place your hands in the Mouth of Truth and I will tell you the Crux of things . . . . ".Deborah Susan Jones : Editor
