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Sitting in his throne of stone, cut from crags atop the world’s tallest mountain, overseeing all, the king-god breathed deeply in his lungs before exhaling forth a rushing word, what appeared to mortal senses like raging winds that carried thundercracks across the waves ...
January 18, 2022
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O Oriens

O Oriens: Light that breaks, that cracks the void; match for God to phosphoresce with gust of words.
December 28, 2021