This is where it began for me… at the one just before the last. A week after the progeny declaration, down the cast went – into the abyss, without regard. Where do the Gods get this stuff? Nowhere is familiar… everything new. Standing at the crossroads, I watched – aghast at the cross-pollination. The house imploded, now the fields needed to be razed. Nothing can ever be permitted to grow there again. That crackle of fire returned to my eye as I walked off into the twilight matin. The reflection – shattered into 29 pieces – comes together into just this one, ahead on a different path, the one with truly hallowed ground. Now I know exactly how it will end. I could now impetrate the appearance of the 10th, with no further divagations. I just need to get there… really need to set the inner fire back ablaze. I remembered the secret. What a bloody shame to forget it, even for a mere second. Nameless places and blank faces, everywhere I looked. Nothing else really mattered anymore. I am on my own side now, and only now did I understand – having your head in the clouds is perfectly fine… as long as your feet are on the ground. The only place that can happen is when you are standing on top of the mountain, on that cliff – only there could I ever see the true essence of the edge within. The one before the last – nevermore. Not the last one, either… or the next. No, from one edge to the other, instead – to the daedal engram accented by the velvet breeze…