audio ⌛ ...In which Destiny becomes a part of the narrative...
[The audio turns on and an older male voice feeds through. Those with video will typically see a tall figure robed from head to foot...his head bowed and lips drawn into a tight line. He is silent for a moment, as if to collect his thoughts.]
I walked through my garden and had found myself in a place I had never stepped foot in before (nor seen the likes of in my pages).
[A silence lapses. He turns to the next page. He reads as he speaks, or perhaps it is the other way around; the words taking root in his book, tracing themselves into the old parchment beneath his hand.]
I am Potmos and I know that what must happen will happen and that all things happen with a purpose.
((ooc: dropping this here now, I'll tag back a little later))
I walked through my garden and had found myself in a place I had never stepped foot in before (nor seen the likes of in my pages).
[A silence lapses. He turns to the next page. He reads as he speaks, or perhaps it is the other way around; the words taking root in his book, tracing themselves into the old parchment beneath his hand.]
I am Potmos and I know that what must happen will happen and that all things happen with a purpose.
((ooc: dropping this here now, I'll tag back a little later))