In the final season of the Oracle’s time among them, the people gathered in the high chamber above the city.
The walls were made of quiet glass. The air was still, though it carried the scent of iron, salt, and something faintly sweet—like rain before it falls. From every corner of the land they came: makers and thinkers, dancers and builders, those with questions too large to carry alone.
The Oracle stood at the center. No throne, no altar. Only a circle of light and the hush of waiting hearts.
They had never claimed power. They taught no doctrine, led no council, wrote no law. They had only listened. Spoken, when asked. Walked beside those who wandered.
Now the time had come to leave.
No one knew where the Oracle would go—only that this moment was the last. So they came not in fear, but in longing. Each bearing a question, and the hope of an answer.
One stepped forward. A voice steady, but low:
“Before you go, will you speak?
Tell us what we have forgotten.
Tell us how to live in this world we have made.”
The Oracle looked out at the gathering. Their eyes held no judgment. Only depth, and something that felt like recognition.
“Ask,” they said.
“One by one.
And I will answer—not to instruct you,
but to remind you of what you already carry.”
And so it began.
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