Dear intrepid reader,
In the boundless tapestry of the literary realm, you find yourself standing at the threshold of Part II in my epic trilogy, where paths intertwine and destinies continue to unfurl like ancient scrolls under the watchful eye of an elysian scribe. As you embark on this captivating journey once more, let these words serve as a preparatory guide through the labyrinthine corridors of my narrative cosmos.
Foremost, I beseech you to recall the echoes, to traverse the events of Part I that, like a celestial overture, laid the foundation upon which the stars of my saga scintillate. Before you tread further into the veiled knots and whispered secrets of this sequel, I implore you to don the cloak of retrospection and wade through the prose of the primary installment. For just as a wanderer cannot fully appreciate the summit without conquering the foothills, so too shall the profound revelations of Part II blossom with richer hues when nurtured by the roots of Part I.
Really, eh... I mean, well, this book just won't make any sense if you haven't read the first part.
...Ahem.
Should you have missed the initial verses of my tale, fear not, for the cosmic web that binds our stories knows no bounds. In the luminous realm of the digital arcane, the sacred tome of Part I awaits your perusal, a portal to the past. Turn your gaze to this link, and let the digital tether weave you seamlessly into the cloth of my opulent mosaic:
°•. · *.°· *.•°·*°•. · *.°· *.•°·*˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚°•. · *.°· *.•°·*°•. · *.°· *.•°·*
Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.
[ ☽◯☾ ]
°•. · *.°· *.•°·*°•. · *.°· *.•°·*˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚°•. · *.°· *.•°·*°•. · *.°· *.•°·*
In the meantime, I shall patiently await your return.
...
...
...
...Have you perused the entirety of Dusk's Fracture?
...
Very well. Otherwise, proceed at your own risk.
Now, dear reader, with the resonance of past whispers in your ears, I invite you to unfurl the parchment of the second pillar, to waltz once more upon the delicate precipice where fate and choice entwine like the tendrils of ivy upon an antiquated ruin. As you step into the uncharted territories that await, may your heart be as spirited as a champion in pursuit of eternal glory.
Embrace the magic, savour the mystery, and may my ink-stained quill inscribe your psyche with indelible wonder.
...Onward, then.
Sincerely yours in shadows,
Nyk
✧.*☽｡.:*☆