Without Death There Is No Birth

 

With words inscribed all over space and time a prayer it is, an ask and a thank you from a lowly servant to the greatest high above.

And with this comith once some more what looks like magic,  erasure of the power of some words.

the horse men comith from the river under the earth

and Death whispered, "Go through the door and see what happens."

"...but you have to follow the a way"

Be still and listen

One day I'll tell you a story about numbers divisible by seven