“Frog Folk knew a storm would come long before fish in the pond.”When the seven paths crossed, the beam — so bright — condensed to an orb... It drifted away, lost in conscious fabric that anchored unbound souls — Lost in the place where darkness could not grow — Where warm light beams lifted your spirit, calm as a breeze — strong as a storm…The voice thundered from all directions at once, loud yet soft — not composed of words you once knew — only pure thought. (Omnipotent, it even came from d...