Into the eyes of the night, watching me go…

On the sixth day of Mesore, fourth of Shemu, two turnings of the seasons past, its coming was first foretold and many eyes trembled with fear and awe at the promise of what it would bring. Its form was yet uncertain, but its message was clear, even in those early days.

Nearly a full turning of the seasons passed in woe as eyes watched and ears listened and hearts stilled for more. Other visions came, other prophecies spoken, but still all waited for The One.

Then, on the sixteenth day of Epiphi, fourth of Shemu, two full seasons ago, its form was divined and the nature revealed. Only the date of its arrival remained hidden, though many portents spoke of impending emergence. The seasons turned still, and the surer knowledge of that glorious day unfolded.

Be it known, now, in the last days of Pharmuthi, fourth of Peret, in the waning days of the season of Emergence, it will come. In its full glory it shall fall upon the threshold of the worthy borne by a great chariot and guided by a priest of the word.

Khem comes. Tremble …