It will, soon. Soon.
The harsh light shone, seeming to judge.
The forbidden words await on your lips.
The shadow on the Moon began to move. (Alternately, "The shadow on the Moon began to shift.")
Alas, it was done.
At last, it was done.
And the darkness hugged the world.
Deliberately, warily, we prepared. We would be ready. We would.
The never-known word became, finally, truly, known.
All had fallen.
All had risen.
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