Endings
Threading the Millennium
Yet it shall finally dry up.
ID: 266
Outcome: Narrow Victory
Open After Story: Yes
Manual Prompt: Yes
Text:
You steal a Sultan Card and flee to the woodland where the wizards who uphold strict neutrality and do not meddle with the true course of history dwell.
For the next thousand years, slowly and steadily, every time the moon rises, you draw the magician's magic from the cards, as if pulling threads of pure gold...
Because of this tax of fate, the collectors who toy with humans are no longer whole, and the game is often interrupted. You pass the eternal hours weaving gifts. You bestow many forms of life upon your loved ones, and weave flying carpets and wings for lost travelers... Throughout a long history, at least three Sultans and one queen have received your works, yet these divine artifacts brought them little luck.
You have had descendants—some born naturally, others born of your weaving... Most leave the forest, taking gifts given or stolen from you, to seek their own lives.
Tonight, the moon rises as usual. You wrap the moonlight with the ever-changing cards, letting strands of golden light slowly condense... You know that one day, you will drain it completely. And you, together with all your gifts, will rejoice at last.
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