in the dream of infinity in the forest of ancient power in the land where time has lost its strength in the vast eternal mist the crystal's energy is waxing along with the moon the cloudcarpet of fog swarms low on the ground the white face of darkest night rises above all, a full circle of limitless power as channeled through the runes of ancient the planets spin onwards and onwards and onwards through endless space, the open vast cosmos. the planets spin onwards until the end of time.... rushing black water, beneath something unknown something incomprehensible. a figure in revelry, caught in the carnal acts of profane rites unashamedly observed unashamedly crooked "what's that dancing on the riverbed?" it is the end of all things.