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[bradoracle]

Ouroboros moving, darkness falls upon darkness rising and draws in upon itself. She would be queen the harbinger has seen but knows not what path it tracks. The snake's winding trail like the threads that move through the walls to move back upon where it has already gone and seek what it has lost before. The Red King that sits upon his hollow

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[sorcerously]

A... vision?

[bradoracle]

We see through a glass darkly.

[sorcerously]

... Sometimes the dark blinds us.

[xeuphonious]

... Um.

[a_failed_god]

Curious.

[bradoracle]

The artist's brush runs dry of colour and love's own shades fill it in. That which creeps across the land will soon rise up and hunt for those that bear the taint of alien born. What once was three will fall to one for dragons are solitary creatures, sacrifices gone to the crimson king.

Private // Unhackable. Hojo thinks he's pretty good at this game.

[a_failed_god]

... Something is going to target the Jenova-infected?

Three. Zaeruapollo, Wesker and myself? Or perhaps the three silver-haired children of hers? Those clones.

The crimson king. The Red King. You mention him often.

Re: Private // Unhackable. Brad hates you all for exploiting him like this.

[bradoracle]

The remnants of the would-be god draw the notice of the distant favourite of the goddess despite the fact the crows cause its fire to sweep the land. That which creeps, that which crawls, that which climbs its ways up the walls will seek the ones who pulse with the inner touch of the distant world of running birds.

The three that stood will be torn away, the dragon a solitary creature, left lying on the altar as sacrifices to the Crimson King. Yet two others know the dragon's way and can draw him down to where the Lady of Lightning can drive away the darkness.

[virtualunknown]

...you make no sense, mister.

[bradoracle]

A hardwired soul that pulses with an alien rhythm. The spark that shines, that knows the wires will be mistaken and flame will sweep them both away.

[virtualunknown]

...you're scary.

[im_not_a_rookie]

Hm, indeed. I do so love riddles when I'm bored.

[bradoracle]

The false red fury that burnt so bright has fallen beneath the leaded steel of the one of endless guilt, death walking at his side.

[im_not_a_rookie]

I'm glad I have nothing better to do than to sit here and decipher your madness.