From “The Lost Scrolls of Zion, vol. VI,”
Translated by Jira Nicola Derrig, Agartha Nova, 20th Túsinel, 132 CE -
The candle’s burning low, yet the night seems never yielding. Gusting winds blow through the cracks like a storm, yet the flame stands frozen, still, unmoved. They have come. They have come. Beware all, beware the hollow world below.
