[The Thaumaturgist:]
The Great Eye of the Universe opens! Through this astral art the secrets of the
cosmos are mine to
know... for the stars are my dominion!
Empowered at the periphery, ascending to the Id's eyrie,
The cosmos feathers her nest with
fire.
Ephemeral, the nexus calls, besieging cyclopean walls,
Branded deviant and pariah.
Betwixt the hammer and the anvil are
forged the stars...
On the wings of the ersatz ones... through the fathomless abyss.
[The Thaumaturgist's Epiphany:]
Like a
blackened and baleful sun shall I gaze down from beyond the cumuli and
the firmament upon you. I alone must bear the burden of this
fiend-wrested lore.
New stars without number burn in the heavens, but the shadow of oblivion falls
ever closer.
Shortly
thereafter, the dreamscape began to fade, and reality beckoned my
consciousness away from the incredible vista. In truth, I was indeed
glad to
awaken...