Ariarania Calling

The war will be pushing down the gates in a matter of weeks. The populous of Earth is in a gripping panic, unable to comprehend the journey that has led them to this inevitability. The EUC is crumbling under the weight of its own inadequacies and blind acquisitiveness. We are lost and we are bound to our final destiny.

My dreams have taken a strange turn. No longer does death greet me at each end, but a lady, my saving grace. She does not utter a word but I hear it in my head every time, "Answer the call of Ariarania, only then it can finally begin". She refuses to answer my questions, then I am forced to wake. It is an unsettling feeling to be torn from the dream world, if you could call it that, and deposited back into reality before questions can be answered.

I had confided with my closest companions, some of them are wise, some of them knowledgeable, but none offer an insight to this cryptic dream. I have pondered about it since the first mention of Ariarania first reached me in a message. I am not any closer to understanding any of this.

Answer the call of Ariarania, only then it can finally begin.