Feed your head.

They say a city in the desert lies
The vanity of an ancient king
But the city lies in broken pieces
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict "to begin it"—
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it,"
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Post tenebras lux
Sub dio fortitudo et fides
Lux et veritas
Pactum serva

Sometimes there is a price to pay for confessions....

One of the most critical moments in the Berylverse is about to come now, as secrets are revealed and mysteries are outed, whether or not people (or ponies) desire so.

Okay, my sabbatical is pretty much coming to a close, so I’ll be posting a new chapter of meanwhile.... on Friday. Thanks for everyone who was patient with me during the unfortunate downtime.