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[moonchildren]

The lost ones... are coming. The storm... It brings them.

I... can hear them. You... Can you... hear them, too?

I wonder... What kind of... people they are?

Are they... kind? Or brave? Maybe wise... or powerful. Magic... Do these people... seek the power it holds?

Masks... Do they... like them? I wonder... if they like the masks... they wear.

I wonder... what they'll do.

Will they save us? Will they save themselves?

This game... Will they play?

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[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... Have you not tried playing by yourselves, then? Curious. What game is it you play?

[moonchildren]

We play... alone... a lot. But this game... isn't... for one person.

[splitthetimeline]

You are four... if not five. That is not one person.

[The wolf gave an idle grin.]

Perhaps you need to find someone without a mask.

[moonchildren]

We are many... and we are one.

Your mask... I wonder... if you... really broke it.

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... Broke it? No. I never broke mine. I put them aside... Returned them to whom they belonged... Buried them.

[The golden wolf stood and shook himself, the fur shedding and fading away to reveal a skeletal warrior in broken armor.]

All but one. It still holds me to this world. As yours do.

[moonchildren]

I wonder... Will you... make more masks?

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmm... that depends... on who needs to be healed.

[The shade shook his head and became the golden wolf once more, laying down near the child's feet.]

It is has been some time since I visited the world you play in, child.

[moonchildren]

Time... is circular.

[splitthetimeline]

Possibly. It certainly is not straight.

[moonchildren]

In time... it all... returns.

[splitthetimeline]

Some things do. Others do not. It is more like a river that sometimes turns back in on itself with a whirlpool before the current moves on.

What game do you play now, child?

[moonchildren]

A game... of order. A game... of disorder. A game... of eggs.

[splitthetimeline]

Eggs are tasty.

[Mmmmm... eggs.

The golden wolf shook his head to keep his mind from wandering to thoughts of food he had not - could not enjoy any longer.]

Does this game have rules? If it is a game of order, it should have rules. But you said disorder as well... perhaps part of the game... is to break the rules.

[moonchildren]

The rules... are silent.

[splitthetimeline]

[The golden wolf circles the child, coming dangerously close to rubbing up against him(?)]

The rules are never silent, child. They are known or they are unknown. Heard or unheard. But never silent. You just have to learn...

[Hey! Hello!]

...to listen.