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Still, a loose spark might start a wildfire. Rare ones know about the Whisperer, especially his origins, but those who do, desire to bring forth his rekindling.

"The Wood burns in the ever-changing pyre. We carry his tools and we carry his creations with us while we march between the trees consumed by him. Soon, he consumes us all, too, and we finally see his face, familiar and warm.

This History might be doomed now to get sealed and tossed away by other powers; our deed might be forgotten. It doesn't matter. He was forgotten before, after all, and then we remembered him. He is back with us, as if he has never left. He is back, forevermore, and we will together find a way out.

Let us dance like candle-flames; let his fire scorch; let the universe be his kiln."