As the world reveals itself in a newfound clarity, the veil lifts from my sight, and I find solace in the company of newfound companions who accept me as I am. Yet, an unshakable feeling persists, a lingering sense of something amiss. Throughout the past year, I have been plagued by a multitude of visions, each pointing towards a singular direction, yet none able to coexist harmoniously. Chris, in his wisdom, has enlightened me about the nature of visions - some are fated, destined to come to pass, while others are self-fulfilling, their very existence dependent on our actions, or lack thereof. But how does one discern between the visions that are immutable and those that can be altered? It seems as though everything is falling into place with alarming speed, yet a voice deep within warns me that the time is not right, that events are hurtling forward too swiftly.
With only one union formed and the others absent, I am left in a state of uncertainty, unsure of my purpose. I must unravel the prophecies and visions, locate the unions, all while navigating the complexities of an ordinary life and schooling. Ha! What is ordinary about witnessing visions or inscribing prophecies? But I mustn't grumble, for I have grown to relish this new perspective on life, finding delight in its peculiarities. Galen and Phraan, steadfast companions, are a comforting presence when solitude descends, lending me their ears, attentive and understanding. And Jen and David, their steadfast support has been invaluable; Jen and I have forged a bond that has grown ever stronger over the passing months. Without their unwavering presence, I cannot fathom how I would have endured.
Alethia Eveningstar
