Share your Insights with your new Disciples [- Wise Words]

You open a dirty window and point out a constellation. Dark clouds drift past to hide away the Liar Stars, but moths, tar and moonlight make for adequate replacements. A hint of lavender rises from the depths of the City, and a gentle wind carries up the salt from the distant Sea.

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They follow your words as celestial bodies once followed the eternal rule of the spheres. Wisdom drips from your lips, and they gorge themselves on crimson understanding. Your heart beats a steady song as you take their hands, the shared flow of blood your new language.

The Harried Housewife drops to her knees, her eyes flitting between your teeth and the divine lights smiling in the skies. Meanwhile, the Priest-In-Rags moves his lips in silent prayer, but cannot stop himself from glancing down at the woman again and again. And you point them both towards the dance of the stars, their fiery bodies merged, pulled together by the Laws beyond the Law.