Just a prelude of things to come" How do you put all that was, and is, and will be; all that can be, should be, might be; somewhen else into a single word"

How do you write a thousand words to contain the mysteries?

You don't.

And on the precipice of that realization, you stand very still, waiting to fall into the abyss that is truth and reality.

Chaos and Order have no beginning, will have no end. They are not opposed to each other. They do not depend on each other. They simply are. Ever circling, ever riding the spiral, creating it, destroying it, only to create it again.

So began a page in her diary that night. A night that had come at the end of a string of days without sleep, struggling with a particular spell that had kept her flummoxed for the entire time.

Perhaps it was the lack of sleep. Perhaps the touch of magic had warped her brain just a bit. Perhaps it was that voice singing in her ear, always there, and never silent. Perhaps she simply was more insane than even she realized.