He Knows. He Always Knows.
Bodhi is listening to the currents...
The Boracle has spoken.
The desert stretches before you.
Endless. Silent. Waiting.
A distant glow pulses on the horizon.
Something ancient stirs beneath the sand.
A cave mouth opens in the rock.
The air grows heavy with knowing.
Drawings line the walls.
Figures. Beasts. Spirals older than language.
Someone has walked this path before you.
Two golden eyes watch from the darkness.
They have been expecting you.
The Boracle awaits.
He Knows. He Always Knows.
Bodhi is listening to the currents...
The Boracle has spoken.