The magical peoples of Anthos have had mixed feelings about the strange messages they felt in the void in the past two years. Some have maddeningly pursued truth and simplicity in the riddled texts where perhaps none exist. Others have cared not, thinking that if they were meant to know then the truth would be as apparent as daylight to them. And such people are correct, though they do not know it: the truth lies right before them.
And on this day, such a fact is made apparent.
The waves come again, and every mage, druid and shaman of Anthos is again compelled to write in some manner a message:
{t, ƒ‘“ªt ñ.t:c .ø,}
[t,:ª i.û :º t, ö‘û,ª ‘ƒ t, ñ.nü]
[ºi‘ûiü t, i:øe£º .ª, ,æª.u,ô û:t t, ºüñd‘iº ‘ƒ t, ,nº,ñdi,º ‘ƒ t, ñ.nü]
[t, º:øe£º ‘ƒ n,û ç.:nº .ª, ƒ.ñ:i:.ª]
But it does not stop here. Their eyes blast out light of varying colors as bright as the sun, chaotic runes dancing around them, signifying the sum of nothing made equal to omnipotence. Where before the magical mortals were used as instruments for the waves, now they become as a full orchestra: chanting in tongues dead to time in unison though they are separated by leagues of distance.
More messages come, not merely written on paper but carved into the sides of mountains, burned into stale fog air, branded into the earth and land. The sum total of new ignorances are three:
{t, ƒ:ƒt ñ.t:c .ø,}
[t, ƒª.øñ,n£º .ª, ñ.ô, .º £‘ø,t,ª .º û.º d,ƒ‘ª,| t.£ ûe:ç :º e,]
[t, ñ.nü ç‘‘º, t,:ª ö.t| £‘ t, ª,ö,£:£:‘n .º t, º“n ª:º,º .nô ƒ.iiº ‘ª £‘ t, dª,.§:æ ‘ƒ :£| t.£ t, º“n ê.ii º£.nô º£:ii]
{t, º:xt ñ.t:c .ø,}
[t, ñ.nü d,c‘ñ, .º ‘n, .º û.º t.£ ûe:ç :º e,]
{t, º,u,nt ñ.t:c .ø,}
[.º û.º d,ƒ‘ª,| t.£ ûe:ç :º ñ.nü ñ.ô, .ø.:n]
And so their eyes fade, the chanting subsides, and the runes die in the air. Yet the wave is not gone from the magically gifted. Imprinted upon their minds is a fragment of the wave, a testament to the relative strength and source of it. Indeed, the magical people of the world suspect that their fragments, when combined with others, can be used to triangulate the source of the waves. And this is not merely limited to those with intuition: they can sense in the minds of other mages the pieces of the wave, and they call out to be unified...
A call has been made. The magical people of Anthos must meet.