Approaches. Darknesseas.

The smoke floated out of the container, strobing.

"I have felt this feeling for a while now, like some great force inside of me. It is death. It will kill me. But what's interesting, it might save us too."

The bowls hymed, rolling sounds making their way over the seablaze.

"Culture, time. I see the jostlings amongst the shoulders of the flows going in opposite directions. Shoulders today, elbows tomorrow, maybe war soon."

"I see the pushback, the forces of hate and dark. I see the full and sudden inversion of the image of the times."

"I want them to apply heat, make a mistake, you false gods. We show them their humanness."