There still is hope in the worldAware of presence; of sombre intelligences standing ... merely watching. A tightly knit band of once-humans. Leaning to see -- peering over the safety rail at the edge of some precipice. Below them is the sea. Behind them is the fading sun at the end of another weary day. I tiring day ... even for them.
No names filter. No indication of location. But I had my awareness led to the eddys and whirlpools of a fading wake. As a boat passes it by ... I ponder ... and wonder what it is these rather solemn elders are trying to say ...
They came but nobody died. There still is hope in this world ... but it is small comfort for the ones truly alone in this world; who are taken from everything they know and recognise. Thrown into an ever changing world ... a kaleidoscope of images too strange to understand. These elder voices do their best to help the lost understand -- sometimes they are heard -- but it offers little comfort between tears and sorrow.
Ahead now a landscape is appearing, my attention led to there ... a landmass approaching ... a narrows ... even in the twilight I can recognise this place though with human eyes I have never beheld. Aboard this vessel all sleep who are permitted to sleep. But others sit and listen and plan. For they know all is not well. It is not what it was and what it should be. Until perhaps a day or two before it all went well. Then there was a change and it all had to be adjusted -- without rehearsal they undertook their sketchy plan B ... and now they desperately attempt to keep to the schedule ... somehow they will.
The elders return. Their presence fills my mind. There is nothing this world can do now but wait. For surely silence will not prevail. Surely ... there is intention. There is purpose. There is something which approaches which will have to be known.
The Keeper of Crescents: a meeting - between 'king' and the 'mermaid goddess' at the temple atop the rock within the ocean? A holy place ... a place of significant meaning. Two black haired men are the perpetrators ... they carefully planned the surveillance by camera and by a network web --- within the centre of this web was 'the face of the moon'? With the king and the goddess; two other women will be present ... one with
The perpetrators aware of the significance and of the growing awareness in this world. One man has hair black, straight free from beard or moustache. Around 35 - 40 in age. The other black, hair untidy; touching the neck line but not on the shoulders; with beard and moustache -- neither expect to be caught. Their role now over -- will merely watch with interest the meeting between the 'king', the 'goddess' and the other two. The 'king' is the keeper of the dream ... it is his down to his decision in the end.
