Greetings, fabled Prophet

Let me congratulate you, first of all. Your rememberance upon such an
event does you worthy notice of your duties to your specific Lord. But I
would be remiss if I did not point out one small tidbit that does even
your Great Lord injustice.

For months now, we have seen the power of Creation. We have seen the
glory of it, twisted at it might have been, forged by two Divine,
powerful in Their own rights. We have all stood in wonder of this
Creation, this planet that drifted above us, and even in it's
'destruction' it stays around us, reminding us of the potent power of
Creation, even as it was.

You beheld this wonder, I am sure, fabled Prophet. You witnessed the
power of Creation, and yes, Growth, Life, and in the end, Healing of
this world. Even in the midst of the dark planets reign, what stood each
dawn, rising like a trumpet over the clouds, to shine Her brilliance
down upon both us, and that planet? Yes indeed, the Sun, Lady Mithraea.

You see oblivion as an inevitablity. You say, in your twisted twirls of
the tongue, that Creation can never withstand such raw power, such
force, such oneness as you preacher of Oblivion preach.

Perhaps, you are correct. But in your drive, your obsession towards
Oblivion, you must admit your task is tall. We are all birthed in
Creation, bathed by that gift given to us long, long ago. Do not be
afraid to walk into a path of grace and sunlight, be only afraid that
you do not lose yourself in blindness for staying to long in the dark.


I have respect for all Divine, but Creation is, to me, as inevitable as
Oblivion is to you. I live it, breathe it, teach and try to do my part
in bringing it's fruition. Know as long as the Sun shows Herself each
day upon us, Creation and Light is always with us.

Salutations,
Sir Milabar, Herald of Mithraea

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ero, in the year 583 AF.