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Day 11
“The song is dissonant.” The words of Elder Ts’kish echoed across the plaza. “Where harmony once reigned, now appear constraints and false notes. All this mana—wild, chaotic, mutable—brings doom to the Mycelium. Nightmarish forms, not belonging to this world, take shape, then freeze and shatter what has been part of our song for ages. If they continue to do this, the song will be broken, and the barriers will be destroyed. Do not let the song fall silent.”
What was once merely a whisper among the surroundings of each respective messenger has now turned into a cacophony of squabbles and arguments. The Oracle spoke again, this time raising a hand to draw everyone’s attention.
The group leader on VK has started creating two posts per day from what used to be two paragraphs. The link is now:
https://vk.com/oldenera