Afterthought 124—Accidental Prophecy

The charts to prove it will be placed inside containers unfamiliar to routine (your messenger whose face you haven't seen, the one by whom his message sent — denied). So word that should have been born will have died before his time (your mystery machine, its power lost, can nowhere intervene) will every other option thrice have tried. But everything will stop. Even this sign will blur until it blends into its page (forgotten as if never read). Then. Mine will be the only voice to come of age just happening to perfectly align — a miracle, an empty sky, a sage.

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