The Aethers Settle and all things become clear to nostradumbass. Your prophecies for 1-6-25.
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The Sun, a fiery eye, shall weep blood upon the land, Where giants slumber, beneath the shifting sand.
A tremor born of anger, deep within the Earth, Shall shake the pillars, bringing sudden, fiery birth.
II
The wings of iron, soaring high above the sea, Shall bring a message, swift and dreadfully.
Of whispers in the shadows, and secrets long concealed,
A truth that shatters empires, a trust forever healed.
III
The waters rise, a serpent's angry hiss, Engulfing shores, a watery abyss.
The children of the ocean, weep in silent pain, As cities drown, and lifeblood stains the rain.
IV
The hand of famine, gaunt and ever near,
Shall grip the throat of plenty, bringing bitter fear.
The fertile fields, now barren, dust upon the breeze, While whispers of rebellion, stir among the trees.
V
voice shall rise, from ashes of the past, A prophet born in shadows, destined to outlast.
With words of fire, and eyes that pierce the soul, He shall ignite the masses, and break the tyrant's control.
VI
The moon, a silver sickle, casts a pall of gloom, As shadows lengthen, and death finds fertile room.
A plague unseen, shall sweep across the land, Leaving only echoes, of a forgotten band.
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