The Aether Index

The Old Gods slumbered. The masks of the New Gods cracked and slipped and fell away like autumn leaves, revealing only hollow and void. We stood as stones in the Great Tovar, whispering our prayers into the forest floor. Though the canopy obscured the stars, we knew they were there, shining down on us like the eyes of dead gods. So we sang unto them a requiem, our voices reaching out into the night's silence.   In the forest heart, perched on the edge of existence between worlds, we glimpsed a fleeting beauty that eclipsed even the Gods themselves. A new dream weaved itself in the shadows and branches. The night sky opened and offered her song unto us, beckoning us to mourn not the passing of the old age, the old gods, and the old ways. We reached out to the stars, our hands open and empty and ready to receive.