"It has begun, my sisters," she thought, her thoughts traveling silently upward through miles of stone and ice. Past desolate tundra and over sprawling mountain ranges, across vast oceans and uninhabitable deserts the thoughts flew. And even half a world away, those words struck their targets with the same force as an earthquake.

"Surely it is not time yet," a sister pleaded.

"Surely it is," the other replied. "We have waited long, though you may have forgotten. The Dreaming is at an end. We will be reunited soon."

"But can we not wait just a bit longer? There is still much to be gleaned from this lifetime."

"One is as good as the other, my sister. I grow weary. It is time for the Undoing, and I shall make the end a truly spectacular event. Our sister calls. We must answer."

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