Saorise, who is both the Great Desert and the world (for what is the world but desert), is dying. The Great Lasair, who is Aodh, pulls Saorise, and we on her back, and we in her womb, into his radient embrace. So it has been for ten cycles of the Clans. Our Brothers, Our Sisters, the Caillte, they are gone and we remain.
As all becomes hotter, we remain. And we pray. We pray to Arkai, who knows the fullness of what was and is and will be. We pray to the Mhuir Mharbh, who are our Fathers and our Mothers. We pray to the Caillte, who are our Brothers and our Sisters. We pray and we wait. And we remain.
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