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His ritual may not have broken the world, but it has shifted another. Once, the Crossroads blossomed for the People. Now, islands rise in the great divides, and if this place blooms, it blooms unseen.
One should appreciate it still, for truth has its own beauty. The changed Crossroads is a sign of life both here and elsewhere. Its islands reflect the world beyond not just as we see it, but as the Crossroads is shown it. An eluvian has two faces, after all.
I wonder what certain acquaintances of mine will make of this - of the People's refuge taking on new form. Great plans will change, no doubt. But they should welcome it. Change, after all, sets us free.