Beldan Moth's page

"She's a Tsarina, on another Oerth. I don't know but her Oerth is not long for existence.

There are small rocks, and these rocks spin around other small rocks. Some of the rocks are electric.

When they chop these rocks in half, the world will end.

I know it sounds crazy but it's true."

"I'm feeling better...."

Beldan approaches the three giantesses.

"Aaaaah......the gyre of the future......I can see it in the patterns.

The.....Baron, his skein takes him here.
He returned to heaven, but not entirely the right one. And so his quest continues.

Ragnarok, though; still a long ways off. For this world anyhow....."

"Problem is,....it can tend to you. And you wouldn't even know it..."

"I sat in meditation for....I don't know how long. They sang to me. I began to metamorphosize. Gradually, I could see things that were soon to transpire.

Time only seems linear to those who can't step back from the page and see all the branches.

Dead ends.....or possible ones.....are important, somehow. I don't know why. My metamorphosis is incomplete.

Ilina the Fair's dead end comes soon. That world stands on the brink of anhilation.

It beckons the mothmen."

The ship flies southward, and is unmolested for a day as it heads back to the grande city from whence it set out.

"Which change?"

"The thin paper upon which reality as you know it is drawn. It is ever so fragile."

"No,....I was incomplete before. You're incomplete. After the change, you can see in more dimensions.

You're like a stick figure, and I'm seeing in dimensions you can't comprehend.

Time, it's not on the piece of paper you're on."

"There's a storm coming."

"Oh my god.....I can see.....forever......"