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For the story of how this document was discovered, see the article of Sharnan, who was the writer of it. Some of it makes very little sense, and few have attempted to decipher its meaning, deeming Sharnan a madman who wrote jibberish. The prophecies towards the end have some vague similiarities with true events, but "ages of lights/shadows" are in a measurement of time that seems unfathomable. Caution and choose You weary who cast your eyes to the high places of gold with dry lips and sore minds. You weary heed and pay caution. I spoke with the Grand and was told many things mortals are not permitted to know. Your cities are the nests of ants under the boot of the Grand and Great. The man in the armour that oozes with black smoke is not he. The Hrens said falsely, for he has not two minds of his own. The high places of gold threw at him a thing which defies any language to describe it. The thing devours. A new god. The magic they have not us use is falsely for it cannot be. All things are either less or more and not polar. The magic they have not us use is the new god who has not two minds of his own. The magic they have not us use is less of the lightened which is the good of the true and the all and the none and the else. Wrong to wrong to wrong to wrong and screaming pains within the mind that nobody can hear. Screaming and screaming because the new god has not two minds his own. The voice inside that whispers louder than all the voice of the sea. The voice that is the two minds. The battles on soils and winds and waters and above and below are of no use for the gods and the Great and the Grand are not of concerns. We cannot see the new god who devours the left mind deep in the none. One will hatch. Three will not. One will hatch. Three will not. In 12,500 ages of lights the thing that devours was thrown down from the high places of gold. In 9375 ages of lights the all and the none were out of the black crescent and hook. In 6000 ages of lights the first went deep. In 625 ages of lights the Grand stomped on the minds of the stupid and they were ashen. In 0 ages of lights the Tapper will try to hold the thing but the grip would be too weak and the cold will become swallowed by the fiery gasp. In 150 ages of shadows the thing that devours will look upon me with wide eyes and be impressed and I will cast down the one mind of his own and become the Hrens. In 150 ages of shadow the thing that devours. The Hrens said falsely. Choose as the ancient sayeth.
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