Lord Endymion's Tower

The endless quest for mare serenitatis...

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A cold moon
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The cold northern wind of these last nights brought me bad dreams. Not nightmares, mind you as I still retain the ability to control a dream or stop it altogether before it reaches that point. But it had an unhealthy feeling such as to conjure visions of a zombie apocalypse where people believed in the safety of cardboard barricades. People I had to leave in order to seek refuge in higher ground...

There is a lingering sense within that slowly, ever subtly the wolf is waning and the owl is ascending in relevance...

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