Ba'ann ar Goosas

And again my mind is being terrored by that, what i call my memory of time to come. The third book, you, reader, is as different from those written before, as them from grey manuscripts about hard days of our being. I saw it that kind, thougth there is a blank paper lies in front of me, but it is great already, as blind man, but so am I. I've turned a page, and this page changed whole dynasty fate. And only because my writing is bad, as my book. So said people, considered me as enemy before they born. They are always alike, and nothing will be changed. There's a lot of them, but only they will choose injurious way, dreaming of more they can achieve. So said to me the Lord, he whispers, and i am turning a page again.
My creature calls only one: The Truth. Appeals to one. That one was you, and you are, denying your past merits, you're applying to coming. That is the Truth. Applied to them and they stepped into you, as always wanted. Follow the way. Stepped in sommroas, that he whispered most about. They had to choose too, but nothing turned out. But it was a different way since your age. Was, not will be. That had already gone.
He spoke to you, but you didn't heard. That enlightenment was enough for book, yours is being fed by heart. The way is tortuous, but passed. So said the Lord to me.

Illamardan Foresighter, 712 Reign of The Sun