As a silence hung in the air, my own weavings buzzed as a certain prophecy became clearer.
My eyes glazed over it.
[…The Black Monarch will offer choice, but not freedom. The Sentinels of Reversal will ask for the Keys that should not exist.
One will walk away empty. One will walk away whole. One will not walk away.
Beware the day when Death sings in living tongues. On that day, the Foldless Ones shall stir, those neither bound by Life nor caged by Death.
Their names will not be remembered, for they were never written. Their weavings cannot be unspun. Their will cannot be undone….]
Previously, the name Foldless Ones had been filled with incomprehensible symbols as Ozymandias was not able to utter or know their identity.
But now… it was clear.
And the Prophecy of the Black Monarch was also clear.
The Black Monarch will offer choice, but not freedom.
