The runes tell the Empty One to wait.
I wonder if I should tell her what they say.
I think perhaps she'd not believe me.

seen from South Africa
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from France
seen from Ireland

seen from Saudi Arabia

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seen from United States

seen from Ireland
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from United States

seen from Jordan
seen from Ireland
seen from United States

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seen from Germany
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The runes tell the Empty One to wait.
I wonder if I should tell her what they say.
I think perhaps she'd not believe me.
I wish the Kindly One would reach out.
The Rose and the Empty One are near.
The Butterfly bade me farewell.
I wish I were not alone with this emptiness.
The Rose and the Empty One are on common ground.
I think perhaps that is as it should be.
The three of us were always best together.
Good things come in threes, after all.
The Empty One thinks I need a better definition of fun.
The Empty One burns, slowly but surely away.
Burning emptiness isn't something that's easy.
It's a fierce heat, with nowhere to go.
The Empty One tells me of where answers lie.
Lie, I think, perhaps that's the truth of it.
I could seek out these answers, for her sake.
But I also know I'll never believe them.
The Empty One has mostly fallen silent.
Perhaps its time I stood on my own.
No more voices to reach out to.
Perhaps I could fade away instead.
Eugenics, asks the Empty One.
What is that.
I explain and explain, but she cannot understand.
Such is the way of the Light.