THE steam, the reek, the fume, of prayer Blown outward for a million years, Becomes a mist between the spheres, And waking Sentience struggles there.
Prayer still creates the boon we pray;
And gods we've hoped for, from those hopes Will gain sufficient form one day And in full godhood storm the slop...
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Dreams & Dust
Episode 47
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