It’s raining, it’s pouring, the humans are snoring.

They dream they’re dead and hit their head but finally wake up in the morning.

Langnet’s road is more than just a road, it is scaffolding. The world should not be this perfect circle – no, it tremors and wails its desire to be free from the shackles of humanity's creation. It wants to twist and turn, fold and flow, but such movements would be too destructive for a peaceful life. Thus, this road must have been made. Not just to move from plane to plane with ease, but also to stop the world from changing form. Life here is unnatural. Unnecessary, yet only humans can remove the road. Humans are the unknowing key to this problem. I am called the Watcher by those who walk Langnet’s road, but soon all shall know me. I lack the emotions and ability to be truly happy, but this is what that sensation must feel like – a warm swelling in the soul. A feeling of movement, of shape, of something about to happen. The air feels different, light tastes different; consciousness looks different – this is the glorious beginning.

“So, Fa Fumerunner, may we begin?”

“We… may. But if humanity grows stronger and does not break, we will fall back to what it was. Let me give humanity one week to listen to my plea.”

“Three days.” Savra is hungry for bloodshed – starving for a kill. The waiting has made her restless and agitated, yet she cannot move until the rest do.

Gan pipes up, “I concur with Fa and Savra, three days is generous, therefore a week is stupid. Humans don’t care about the long term, only what causes inconveniences in the short. They lack the ability to look forward and understand their situation, and those who do are silenced by the illusion that they are spreading misinformation or are over exaggerating even if they have an enormous amount of proof. Give them three days to adjust and make themselves ready for war. A war they cannot win without changing.”

“Well, we are a collective here so I shall listen to the three of you and have to wait. Unfortunately, humanity will be given a message and warning. After three days I can act though, right?”

“Yes. Lure them into the tunnels. Any who have killed with a Dreg weapon can be cursed, right?”

“Indeed! You know what I am looking for, so if your final plea falls on deaf ears, we shall just break them over and over again – until they either reform stronger than ever or turn to dust. From either we can make a key.”

The Watcher is full of energy and glee, Savra waits impatiently for bloodshed, and Gan rejects the possibility of humanity responding to a threat which just leaves me to give them one final chance. I take a deep breath and release my final warning for all to hear as a long, sorrowful whistling for I do not have a true voice anymore. Every living being in the world will hear my voice one final time before I go quiet and watch. Waiting for salvation that might never come. Perhaps this is… my true chance for redemption.

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“Humanity is at death's deadly door,

Soon the world will torn, battered, and worn,

It does not matter whether rich or poor,

You are family, no hatred when born.

Bind together, show the world you belong,

Listen to my plea and show you’re worthy,

Chosen walk the road together and strong,

Be proof that humanity is sturdy.

Three days is what you have to prove them wrong.

Three days is what you have to prove them wrong.”

No matter how I try to phrase it, that is all that comes, a cryptic message for humanity but one that can be deciphered if they work together. Please, join arms together as one family and choose those who represent all that is good in your hearts – choose those who cannot be cursed for they are truly good and divine. Once a group walks these roads, the Watcher will realise that humanity does not need vengeance, they need help. Savra will realise that humanity does not need bloodshed, they need protection, and Gan will realise that there is still hope.

We can only wait for the three days to be up now. Please, let there be people who come to this road and prove that there are still those who are truly good. Please, let there be hope for humanity. Please, let my tears be for something, for if not, I shall sit in silence until the day there is. I shall hope for the day there is. I shall be the voice of hope in the sea of misery I am surrounded by.

Day one and people are talking. They are discussing the strange whistling and what it means. People are bonding together, trying to decipher what the words mean. There are so many people who are close and others who are completely right. So many people are there, ready to take action.

Day two and announcements are made, the whistling is… nothing to be alarmed of. The guards are apparently going to look into it. The guards are going to protect everyone. There are no discussions on the streets like there once were... no, instead those in large houses with more dreg than what would be needed in several lifetimes discuss these issues while others struggle to live. They decide this will cause issues if people start abandoning work to ‘save the world from an issue that doesn’t exist’.

Day three and any hope has left. Everyone is back at work, slaving away. There are some who are waiting for the third day to end, just to see if something happens but alas, that is not how this is going to go down. On the third day, the world isn’t going to be engulfed in flame. No, that is when select monsters are going to leave and kidnap people who have killed with dreg, carrying them into the road to be cursed before returning them to their beds before they realise what’s happened. That is when humanity will start being corrupted from the inside. That is when key people will go missing, when strange accidents occur when the land will start to slowly return to its treacherous nature. That is when the vengeance begins.

Bloodshed… that will come much, much later. I pray it does not get to that point.

All four of us are sewn together by fate and form. Never have we thought the same thing, yet we already know this for certain:

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust,

Evil to Dreg,

Humans to Dreg.

Three days before the vengeance.

Three years before the bloodshed.

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