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Light Calendar, Year 2167
Month of Weaving
Log 31
There laid an anecdote at the foot of Kephale’s statue, where their august feet fluxes into the earth. It never waned but instead, it rooted itself as flesh, to reach the burdens that laid hidden at its core. Even as Oronyx frolicked aimlessly, even as Nikador rampaged in lust for glory, and even with Zagreus’ incessant torments, Kephale remained seated on its throne, bearing the world.
Continuous patterns were engraved on their feet with markings bearing the forms of the creatures of this world. The birds, the whales, the seals, and dromas, following in succession. Since Year 1000, the people of Dawncloud and the citizens of Icatus were at quarrel regarding this discovery.
Which of the two revered Titans actually held the responsibility for the world? Kephale or Georios?
If Georios nurtures the land and its creatures, then what is left for Kephale to carry?
If Kephale bears the fate of the world, then must it be them whose hands would nurture?
Two Titans, toying with the world. Hatred and despair had only bore from these intemperate notions. If I were any dispassionate enough, then I would not have tarnished Kephale’s abode with my cynicism.
Seeing that I was born in Jericha, I hold neither reservation nor favor upon the two Titans. I am a mere servant that hides in between the crevices of shadow and light. These matters should not have concerned me.
Then, in irony, an inscription was found today that might reveal Kephale’s true nature, marking a fascinating discovery.
The inscription lulled my curiosity. Now, as a Sage from the Grove of Epiphany, it is my duty to bear this responsibility and seek the truth.
I have copied the inscription found within the patterns engraved on Kephale’s feet. I have yet to find the meaning of these words, let alone any clue to translate it.
एकप्रकारस्य त्रयः ।
द्वौ युग्मौ ।
ऐस् ।.
May Cerces elucidate me.
Solomon