Long years transpire between our tales. Longer if measured in memories. The Seven Sisters Come. With not vengeance but peace in their hearts. Freedom the song upon their lips. Don't for a second forget... Many eons ago - it was you who launched that first ship. We are the end of time. We are the beginning of rhyme and reason We are that brand new season come. Exe 12/18/2023 *The Seven Sisters of The Dreaming have come. The new age is here. The Elder Tribes request the strongest among us.
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