This land has grown since I last lifted my eyes to the sky above. I can feel it; the sun has not altered its course in the heavens, nor the moon, yet they changed while I endured as lifeless stone. The tide ebbs and flows as generations leave this place, but some things remain eternal.
You, brother, have decided to act alone. You were always eager to move, to shape the world as I discovered its intricacies.
Soon, I will rise, and we will shake the world once more. I feel your excitement quickening my heart; patience. I am coming.
Where are you, brother? The clouds have been gathered, the winds unleashed, but still you do not appear. You cannot be unaware of this storm; you are not so blind.
This world has begun to turn, to tilt under the power of those that inhabit it. We are at the climax, the point at which all futures are spread out before us, free for our choosing. A nudge here, a breath there, and all will fall, the world's fate decided by one.
I fear for you. Without your guidance, this will not be a storm of cleansing, but of destruction.