The Universe
The Net of Thresholds
The thresholds do not lie scattered, but along a fine net of lines. One of them runs from Ribbeck in the Havelland south-east into the Spreewald, the road the Chronicle itself takes.
The Universe
The thresholds do not lie scattered, but along a fine net of lines. One of them runs from Ribbeck in the Havelland south-east into the Spreewald, the road the Chronicle itself takes.
Come closer. I am Menelaus, the Aeonian. Ask me what stirs you, about the world, the awakening, or what rests between the lines.
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