As the diamond scarred man lifted his hand, he watched with content as the white sands of Sirani escaped through the cracks of his withered fingers.
"This..."
He spoke in a gentle hiss. Watching with knowing eyes. Watching it fall. A single glance toward the stars would light his tired thoughts. They grew with acquired optimism as he admired the eternal sparks of light.
"All of this... Tas' built up toward a moment. This very moment, in time."
A shrewd eastern wind blew the final grain from his palm. Kneeling, he placed both of his hands softly onto the dunes.
"These doors shall release a blinding light. A Perilous darkness. A new world unto this."
Taking from his pocket a severed finger from a victim past, he drew in the sand the image of a diamond with a centre piece of crescent moon and flaming hand.
" Tis' the end.
Tis' the beginning.
Be ready, Gobaith."
The final grain
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