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