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Catapult
I'd like to get back into this wheel. It is, exactly that, a wheel, a circle, a cycle. As with the hours, the weeks and the years, it does not end and continues to turn. There is an assumption that when the 6th set of eras end, so will the world. I believe this assumption is entirely man made and, when Dalamud decends and destruction rains, the world will not end, but we will deem the land wiped clean by dark winds. And the cycle will continue.
That would have been my assumption, as well - but this business about possibly (though I know you don't buy into this possibility, it's still a possibility) of Astral and Umbral being tied into the rotation of the Ages in more ways than just the rotation of prosperity and hardship.
Urianger
All men seek truth, be they children of Eorzea and freedom, or slaves born into imperial bondage. Garlemald seeketh to gain from the coming cataclysm. Ever doth it pursue me to this end, covetous of the knowledge I possess. Yet I have hitherto 'scaped the grasping hands of darkness, as my presence here doth attest. Even so, in keeping my liberty, I have lost much...my journal not least of all. I know not where it hath come to rest, yet wheresoever it be, the Empire will be anon, and Eorzea can ill afford its truths to be seen by imperial eyes. If thou countest thyself a friend to righteousness, I beseech thee recover my journal, lest it be made to serve evil. I have little and less to offer by way of gratitude, yet what knowledge I possess, I should gladly share with thee. Till fate decree that we meet once more, may the Twelve watch over thee.
>> You go out and find a page from his journal >>
Twelve be praised, a page of my journal! Verily, the light of truth ever shineth upon they who would bask in its warmth. Very well. I shall honor my promise and share with thee that which I know. Each era is ruled by an element, and of these the realm hath borne witness to six. Light and darkness yet remain, one of which the Divine Chronicles foretell shall next hold sway.
Ne'er till land consumes sun can sea bear moons, Heavens spew crimson flame, hells seep black dooms. (Stray seeds quicken in ash’ss grey embrace, Valiant blades forge under the Twelve’s good grace.)
Will destruction rain down from the firmament? Or will it seep forth from the bowels of the nether? Whencesoever it cometh, man shall know such devastation as he hath never seen, nay not in his profoundest nightmare. Whether thou payest the prophecy heed is thy decision to make, and thine alone.