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