Crying Down the Moon
We are Garou. Any who tells you that the Apocalypse will not come is either a fool or a liar. Since the dawn of our kind, we have always known there would be an ending to this tragedy. At first, we glimpsed it dimly, a mere flicker of a whisper at night. It was there, but the world was ours for the keeping and, too often, we Garou pushed it from our minds. And again and again, we lost our minds, strengthening the visions. As more time ran through our paws, the picture of the Apocalypse began to take shape. Possible futures died with each day and, with each vision, we foresaw our doom grow clearer and clearer.
I have lived with these visions all my life. Never have I liked what I saw, but I have always seen. But something has changed. My old eyes might be failing me, but my spiritual ones have not and yet, when I dream dreams and receive visions, they are of blackness. Nothingness. Empty space. An eternal night and some phantom moving beyond my sight.
It terrifies me.
-A Telling of Eyes-in-the-Dark, Uktena Theurge.
