Atpian Praise of the Arcane Eclipse

8 Stormwake, 18:Mysts

Revered Elder,

May the waters of Trog'cent carry my words to you with the gentleness of morning dew. In the cycles since the great Arcane Eclipse, our people have witnessed a transformation as profound as the shifting of seasons. The veil between our world and the realm of Berane'eq has thinned, allowing us to touch the divine in ways our ancestors could only dream of. Where once we glimpsed our god's reflection in still waters, now we see Berane'eq's visage in every ripple. The very air hums with potential, each breath a communion with the Essence Weave. Our prayers, once whispered into the mist, now shape the mist itself.

In the heart of our swamps, the glowshrooms pulse with newfound vigor, their light a beacon of Berane'eq's presence. The waters respond to our thoughts, parting before us like honored guests. Even the most stubborn of vines yield to our gentle requests.

Our shamans, wise interpreters of Berane'eq's will, now speak with a clarity that rings through the soul. Their visions, once clouded by mortal limitations, shine with the brilliance of midday sun. They guide us through this new age with steps as sure as those of the great herons that stalk our marshes.

Yet, in this time of wonder, we must not forget the wisdom of the mud beneath our feet. As Berane'eq teaches, change is the only constant. We must adapt to this new reality with the same grace with which we navigate our ever-shifting homeland.

Let us embrace this gift of magic, not as masters, but as humble stewards. May we use it to deepen our connection to the land, to each other, and to the great cycles that govern all life. May your path be ever fluid,

Urche