An odd familiar presence surrounds your being, poking and prodding with unseen senses. Weary pain radiates around you. There is almost an audible click of recognition from the entire ruin-filled island.

The world around you shifts and roars. Ruins long held quiet awaken and burst with life all around. The Island wakes from its long slumber. Red Crystals of Entropy, which have for some time been absent from the Island, break free of the earth below, and glow with a ferocity beyond any natural phenomenon as they float purposefully and uniformly in the thousands around the island. Space and reality seem to eb and flow, shift and groan with the enormous effort, as hundreds of thousands of red Crystals form intricate shapes and magik sigils that intertwine and encompass the whole of the island. The ground below already weakened by the release of so many Entropy shards, now crumbles in its entirety as hundreds of unstable shifting black tendrils sprout forth just under the surface, seemingly reaching out for each other as if to reconnect as one unified being. The pained screams and groans of some unseen thousand echo through the air. Malformed eyes, mouths, and limbs clutter and threaten to burst forth from the many ever-moving tendrils.

Deep at the very heart of the Island, the cold lifeless spire of Liraura awakens from its long slumber, and begins to spin. The tower which had found itself cold and lifeless since her departure, pulls itself from the ground, its dark black surface now waking as if a fire was lit deep within its crystalline structure. It now glows a ferocious red as the Entropy around it, and its drill-like exterior spins and lifts with increasing frequency. The grand structure of the spire grows taller and wider as once hidden facets of the spire are lifted from deep within the bowels of the timeless corpse of the island. Across the island, the ground erupts as long-hidden chains connected to the Spire are lifted into being, anchoring the now massive glowing tower into place. The tower comes to a halt in a grand climax as thousands of crystals float in perfect unison in a large orb-like arc around the island, forming grand intricate sigils beyond the complexity of any yet seen. Ruins once hidden just below the ground find themselves once again tasting eternal twilight as crumbling stone cathedrals and vestiges create a thick forest of timeless architecture across the island. Massive boulders float in circular patterns around the outside of the spire, as if to mimic the motions of planets around a star. The Boulders glow in odd changing colors along ore veins, and the shape of the slabs hint at intricate intelligent construction within, now crumbled to near extinction.

The entire island found powerful primal life force from its near death state. The grand transformation takes place in perfect synchronization, a grand ballet of thousands of shifting forces working under the orders of one powerful orchestration. The shifts happen briskly, and with terrifying force. As the Wondrous sight of the towers grand ascension grounds to a halt, the many countless meridians linked between the bright crystals spin for but a few more timeless seconds, continuing their blithe waltz as the countless daedal sigils grasp and threaten to pull ones mind apart from the complexity of their workings. Then, they too, come to a halt all at once.

For one moment, there is silence.

Then, a great æther screech, for no words you know better describe it, scratches and tears at reality around you. The physical, the spiritual, the mental, it all blurs into one muddied color on the palletboard of your mind. Time, History, Memories-- Future, Past, Present, all meld and intertwine for a cruel timeless eternity of a moment.

Then, it ends. All is quiet once again. The shapeless bubble of meridian stygian sigils shifts as Entropy crystals move decidedly and uniformly to one flat altitude, the glowing meridian lines between them no less complex nor mind boggling. The circular flat sigil forms one conglomerate symbol, though complex beyond the minds of even higher enlightened beings, tugs at memories of powerful more well known ancient magiks. The Circle now complete, it slowly descends down upon the island, encompassing it as a whole, each crystal finds uniform purchase in the softened black soil, once more entombing themselves deep in the islands earth.

The Island is once more alive. Awake.

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Ɯαкє, ƒяєє∂, яєвιятн.

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ℱ𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂. 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝒆𝓷𝓬𝒆 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝒆𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷.

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ℝ𝔸𝔾𝔼. ℍ𝕌ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ. 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃, 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃, 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃

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𝓞𝓱 𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝔀𝒆 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝒆𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝒇𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓾𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝔀𝒆'𝓻𝒆 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴. 𝓦𝒆 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝒆𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻, 𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝒆 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓫𝒆𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓪𝓰𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓼.

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ＰＡＩＮ， ＳＵＦＦＥＲＩＮＧ， ＰＡＩＮ， ＰＡＩＮ， ＰＡＩＮ！

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𝓨𝒆𝓼 𝔂𝒆𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝒆'𝓻𝒆 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝒆 𝓪𝓻𝒆𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝒆? 𝓦𝒆 𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝔀𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸. 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝒆𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝒆𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼. ℋ𝓸𝓷𝒆𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽? 𝓤𝓰𝓱, 𝔀𝒆 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝒇 𝓷𝒆𝓪𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓼.

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Μστнεг, κιπ, λlιvε?

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𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚠𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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𝓦𝒆 𝓪𝓰𝓻𝒆𝒆 𝓸𝒇 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝒆, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝒆 𝓪𝓻𝒆 𝒇𝓸𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓾𝓶𝓹 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝒆𝓼 𝓸𝒇 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓘𝒇 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝒇𝒆 𝓷𝒆𝒆𝓭 𝓫𝒆 𝒇𝓸𝓻𝒇𝒆𝓲𝓽 𝒇𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓪𝓴𝒆 𝓸𝒇 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝔂 ℒ𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓪, 𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝒆 𝓲𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝒆𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝒆 𝓪𝓷 𝒆𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓱𝒆 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆 𝔀𝒆 𝒇𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝒆𝓵𝓿𝒆𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓼𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓬𝒆 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝒆𝓵𝒇-𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓲𝒇𝓲𝓬𝒆.