032 prophecies

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe's voice is soft, distant as she speaks. It's almost as if she's speaking through the haze of a dream]

Visitors from distant land
welcomed with open hand
Dormant cabins live again
God's doors open for mortal kin
Fire extinguished. Harpies cry
Tread softly as the ravens fly

[Her eyes open and she takes a slow breath, lifting her gaze to the roof of the cavern. She smiles slightly, quietly awaiting the responses to the newest prophecy.]

Comments

[precede]

Could be lulling us to a false sense of security.

[kungfuwitch]

That's possible, yes. It's hard to tell with this place.

[precede]

Is it fickle?

[kungfuwitch]

Extremely. It can grant you wishes one day and give you a loss that alters your memories the next. Bring people here from your home world, yet make them forget you even existed... not to mention sending people home. As glad as I am for the people I've met here and the relationships I've formed I know how cruel it can be sometimes.