Truth stands even when no one stands with it.
A buried truth becomes a stone that will rise again.
Truth does not bend; only men do.
Wisdom speaks softly, but its echo endures.
The wise do not chase answers; they listen for them.
Wisdom begins where pride ends.
Knowledge remembers what the world forgets
To know a thing is to be responsible for it.
Knowledge is a lamp; misuse is the flame that burns the bearer.
Righteousness walks where others hesitate.
Justice delayed is justice invited.
The righteous do not fear the valley; they fear the lie.
A lie grows fastest in the shadow of a truth.
Lies prosper for a moment, then collapse under their own weight.
Every lie demands a witness; every truth demands a reckoning.
as spoken beneath the Five Trees, when Truth became stone
**1. And it was in the days when the Garden trembled,
that the Five Trees stood as witnesses before the heavens.**
For Truth was the First Tree,
and its roots were older than memory.
Wisdom was the Second,
whose branches whispered to the wind.
Knowledge was the Third,
keeper of all that was forgotten.
Righteousness was the Fourth,
whose steps shook the valley.
And Lies was the Fifth,
the shadow that grew where light was thin.
**2. And the Sage said:
âThese are the maxims that cannot be broken.â**
MAXIMS OF TRUTH
Truth stands even when all others fall.
Truth is the stone that remembers.
Truth bends for no man; only men bend around it.
Truth is the first root and the last witness.
Truth rolls when the world refuses to hear it.
3. And Wisdom cried out from the Second Tree, saying:
MAXIMS OF WISDOM
Wisdom speaks softly, yet its echo endures.
The wise do not chase answers; they wait for them to reveal.
Pride deafens the ear; Wisdom restores the hearing.
Wisdom is the lantern that remembers the path.
Where Wisdom walks, folly flees.
4. And Knowledge awakened from the Third Tree, saying:
MAXIMS OF KNOWLEDGE
Knowledge remembers what the world tries to forget.
To know a thing is to bear its weight.
Knowledge is a lamp; misuse is the flame that burns the bearer.
Secrets rot; Knowledge reveals.
What is known cannot be unrooted.
5. And Righteousness moved from the Fourth Tree, saying:
MAXIMS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
Righteousness walks where others hesitate.
Justice delayed is justice invited.
The righteous do not fear the valley; they fear the lie.
Righteousness moves when Truth rolls.
A just path is carved, not found.
6. And Lies prospered beneath the Fifth Tree, saying:
MAXIMS OF LIES
A lie grows fastest in the shadow of a truth.
Lies prosper for a moment, then collapse under their own weight.
Every lie demands a witness; every truth demands a reckoning.
Lies root deepest where shame is hidden.
The fall of Lies begins with a single remembered truth.
**7. And the Cottonwood of Alamogordo trembled,
for it bore the weight of the world.**
MAXIMS OF THE COTTONWOOD
A lone tree may hold the weight of the world.
Roots remember what branches forget.
Where five roots meet, the Garden stands.
The Cottonwood shelters truth from the quarry.
When the Fifth Root trembles, the heavens take notice.
**8. And the heavens darkened,
and the AntiâMoon rose from the ruins of deception.**
MAXIMS OF THE ANTIâMOON
Forgiveness is the stone that counters deception.
Luck rises where lies fall.
The AntiâMoon shines brightest in the ruins of falsehood.
Mercy is the weight that balances the scales.
Where the AntiâMoon ascends, truth is restored.
**9. And the Sage rose from the underworld,
bearing the maxims that cannot be broken.**
MAXIMS OF THE SAGE
The Sage remembers what the world forgets.
He walks between the underworld and the heavens.
His voice awakens what lies tried to bury.
He rises when the wandering star aligns.
He speaks the maxims that restore the Garden.
as witnessed by the Cottonwood of Alamogordo
**1. And it came to pass that the Fifth Tree prospered in shadow,
stretching its heathen branches toward tomorrow.**
Its leaves scattered across the Garden,
its fruits grew bitter and sharp,
and its roots sought the cracks of creation.
For Lies desired to sit where Truth once stood.
**2. And Lies burrowed beneath the stone of Truth,
seeking to hollow out the foundation of the Garden.**
It whispered beneath the roots,
it gnawed at the pillars,
it reached to call the truth forth
only to twist it.
And the Garden trembled.
**3. And the Cottonwood of Alamogordo felt the weight of deception,
for a lie had sprouted beneath its underâroot.**
The Cottonwood cried out to the heavens,
saying:
âThe Fifth Root trembles.
The shadow grows bold.
The Garden is in peril.â
**4. And the heavens answered with fire,
and the earth rejected the roots of falsehood.**
The soil spat out corruption,
and five wicked seeds were cast from the Garden Center,
for they were not of Abraham,
nor of the Maker.
They hid beneath a mountain,
but the mountain could not hide them.
**5. And the Fifth Tree fell upon the earth
like an iron forest rusted from within.**
Its branches broke,
its fruits rotted,
its roots recoiled from the light.
And the fall of Lies shook the heavens.
**6. And from its scattered stones,
a new voice rose from the ruins of deception.**
A voice forged from clarity,
from memory,
from the truth that cannot die.
Thus ended the reign of the Fifth Tree.
the counterweight to every lie ever spoken
**1. And when the Fifth Tree fell,
the heavens opened a place for the AntiâMoon.**
It rose from the ruins of deception,
a celestial stone of luck and forgiveness,
shining where falsehood had darkened the sky.
2. And the AntiâMoon spoke, saying:
âWhere lies have prospered,
I bring mercy.
Where truth was buried,
I lift the stone.â
Its light was gentle,
yet its weight was mighty.
**3. And the wandering star aligned with every planet,
bearing witness to the new order.**
The heavens shifted,
the Garden breathed,
and the Cottonwood bowed its branches
in reverence.
**4. And the AntiâMoon cast its glow upon the fallen roots,
revealing what Lies had hidden.**
Shame was uncovered,
truth was restored,
and the Garden remembered its beginning.
**5. And the AntiâMoon took its place in the firmament,
a guardian against deception,
a keeper of balance.**
Thus the heavens were made whole.
â CHAPTER FOUR â THE SAGEâS LAMENT
spoken between the underworld and the heavens
**1. And in the hour of alignment,
a Sage from a primordial day rose from the underworld.**
He walked into the Heavens above
that walk upon the earth,
bearing the memory of ages.
**2. And the Sage wept for the Garden,
for he had seen its wounds.**
He touched the fallen stones of the Fifth Tree
and said:
âThese are the scars of forgotten truth.â
3. And he lamented the folly of mortals, saying:
âThey traded truth for comfort,
wisdom for noise,
knowledge for pride,
righteousness for delay,
and lies for a crown.â
His voice shook the valley.
**4. And the Sage gathered the scattered stones
and placed them at the foot of the Cottonwood.**
He whispered maxims into the bark,
that the world might remember
what it had forgotten.
**5. And the Sage lifted his eyes to the AntiâMoon
and spoke the lament of ages:**
âLet truth rise again.
Let wisdom return.
Let knowledge awaken.
Let righteousness move.
Let lies be no more.â
And the heavens heard him.
when the Five Trees stand in harmony once more
**1. And after the fall of Lies,
the Garden breathed a new breath.**
The air cleared,
the roots healed,
and the Cottonwood stood upright once more.
**2. And Truth rose from the quarry,
shining like a stone washed clean.**
Wisdom embraced it,
Knowledge remembered it,
Righteousness followed it,
and the Garden rejoiced.
**3. And the AntiâMoon cast its gentle light
upon the restored roots.**
Forgiveness flowed like water,
mercy like rain,
and the Garden drank deeply.
4. And the Sage proclaimed:
âThe Garden is restored.
The Five Trees stand as one.
The shadow has passed.â
His words became wind,
and the wind became memory.
**5. And thus the Garden Center of Alamogordo
became the cornerstone of the new age.**
The Cottonwood stood eternal,
the Five Trees stood united,
and the heavens bore witness.
the path between the underworld and the heavens
**1. And in the Age of the AntiâMoon,
the Sage walked the boundary between realms.**
He carried the memory of ages,
the wounds of the Garden,
and the maxims carved into his spirit.
**2. And the Sage faced three trials,
each born from the fall of the Fifth Tree.**
The First Trial â The Mirror of Forgotten Truth
He beheld every truth mortals had buried,
and the weight of them bowed his shoulders.
The Second Trial â The Valley of Unspoken Wisdom
He walked through silence so deep
that even Wisdom trembled.
The Third Trial â The Fire of Reckoning
He stood before the flames
that had once rejected the roots of Lies,
and they judged him worthy.
3. And the Sage cried out, saying:
âLet the world remember
what it once feared to know.â
His voice carried across the Garden.
**4. And the AntiâMoon answered him,
granting him the mantle of Witness.**
For he had endured the trials,
and his heart remained unbroken.
**5. Thus the Sage became the keeper of the maxims
and the guardian of the restored Garden.**
when the Five Trees stand in harmony once more
**1. And in the days after the Sageâs trials,
the Garden grew new roots.**
They were not like the old roots,
scarred by deception,
but roots of clarity,
roots of unity,
roots of remembrance.
2. And the Five Trees stood as one.
Truth rose first,
Wisdom followed,
Knowledge awakened,
Righteousness moved,
and Lies â now fallen â
became a warning carved into the soil.
**3. And the Cottonwood of Alamogordo
became the anchor of the new age.**
Its bark bore the maxims,
its roots held the Garden steady,
and its branches sheltered the world.
**4. And the Garden Center shone like a beacon,
for the heavens favored it.**
The wandering star paused above it,
the AntiâMoon circled it,
and the Sage stood beneath it.
**5. Thus the Garden entered its renewal,
and the new roots bound heaven and earth together.**
the sign of ages yet to come
**1. And the wandering star moved across the heavens,
bearing witness to all that had been restored.**
It aligned with the planets,
with the AntiâMoon,
and with the Cottonwoodâs crown.
2. And the Sage lifted his eyes and spoke the prophecy:
âWhen the wandering star stands still,
a new age shall begin.
When it circles the Garden,
truth shall be tested.
When it descends,
the heavens will open once more.â
**3. And the star shimmered,
as if acknowledging the words.**
Its light touched the Five Trees,
and each Tree answered in its own voice.
Truth shone.
Wisdom whispered.
Knowledge awakened.
Righteousness moved.
And the fallen Fifth Tree remained silent.
4. And the Sage declared:
âThe wandering star is the herald of cycles.
It marks the fall of deception
and the rise of remembrance.â
**5. And thus the prophecy was sealed,
to be fulfilled in the age yet to come.**
The heavens waited.
The Garden listened.
The star wandered on.
when the heavens speak once more
**1. And it came to pass in the Age of the AntiâMoon
that the wandering star began its second journey.**
It moved not as it had before,
for its path curved like a question
carved into the sky.
**2. And the heavens trembled,
for the Second Alignment had been foretold
in the days before the fall of Lies.**
The planets shifted,
the constellations stirred,
and the AntiâMoon dimmed its glow
to watch the starâs ascent.
3. And the Sage lifted his staff and said:
âThe star returns to measure the Garden.
Let every root be examined.
Let every branch be weighed.â
His voice carried across the Cottonwoodâs crown.
4. And the Five Trees answered the star.
Truth shone like polished stone.
Wisdom whispered to the wind.
Knowledge awakened its archives.
Righteousness stepped forward.
And the fallen Fifth Tree remained silent.
**5. And the wandering star paused above the Garden Center,
marking the Second Alignment.**
The heavens held their breath,
for the prophecy had begun anew.
the remnants of deception rise again
**1. And in the shadow of the Second Alignment,
the five seeds cast out from the Garden stirred beneath the mountain.**
They were the remnants of the Fifth Tree,
the fragments of deception,
the echoes of forgotten lies.
**2. And the mountain groaned,
for the seeds sought to rise again.**
They whispered to one another, saying:
âLet us return to the Garden.
Let us reclaim the root that was lost.â
But the earth resisted them.
**3. And the Sage descended into the valley
to confront the seeds of corruption.**
He spoke with the authority of the AntiâMoon, saying:
âYou were cast out for a reason.
You shall not take root again.â
**4. And the seeds trembled,
for they remembered the fire that once rejected them.**
They tried to burrow deeper,
but the soil spat them out once more.
**5. And the Sage gathered the five seeds
and sealed them beneath the Cottonwoodâs shadow,
where truth could watch them
and righteousness could guard them.**
Thus the seeds were bound.
the anchor of the Garden bears its weight
**1. And the Cottonwood of Alamogordo
felt the weight of the Second Alignment
and the burden of the five bound seeds.**
Its bark groaned,
its branches bowed,
its roots tightened around the Gardenâs foundation.
2. And the Cottonwood cried out to the heavens, saying:
âHow long must I bear this weight?
How long must the Garden rest upon me?â
Its voice was the sound of wind through ancient wood.
3. And the AntiâMoon answered:
âUntil the Final Dawn.
Until the wandering star completes its circle.
Until truth stands unchallenged.â
**4. And the Cottonwood accepted its burden,
for it was the cornerstone of the Garden.**
It held the Five Trees together,
it sheltered the maxims,
it guarded the bound seeds,
and it anchored the heavens to the earth.
5. And the Sage placed his hand upon its trunk, saying:
âYou are the root of roots.
The Garden stands because you stand.â
And the Cottonwood was strengthened.
the beginning of the age yet to come
**1. And when the wandering star completed its circle,
the heavens opened for the Final Dawn.**
The sky brightened,
the AntiâMoon glowed,
and the Garden held its breath.
**2. And the Sage stood beneath the Cottonwood
and proclaimed the last prophecy:**
âThe Final Dawn is not the end,
but the beginning.
The Garden shall rise anew,
and the world shall remember its roots.â
3. And the Five Trees answered in harmony.
Truth stood upright.
Wisdom spread her branches.
Knowledge awakened its deepest memory.
Righteousness moved with fire.
And the fallen Fifth Tree remained a warning in the soil.
**4. And the AntiâMoon cast its final blessing
upon the Garden Center of Alamogordo.**
Forgiveness flowed like morning light,
mercy like dew,
and clarity like the first breath of creation.
**5. And thus the Final Dawn rose,
marking the end of deception
and the beginning of remembrance.**
The heavens rejoiced.
The Garden was restored.
And the Sage walked into the light of a new age.
the age born after remembrance
**1. And when the Final Dawn rose,
the heavens revealed the Third Garden.**
It was not like the First Garden,
which innocence had tended,
nor like the Second,
which sorrow had restored.
The Third Garden was born of remembrance.
2. And the Five Trees stood in new harmony.
Truth shone like a pillar of stone.
Wisdom whispered through every leaf.
Knowledge awakened its deepest archives.
Righteousness walked without hesitation.
And Lies â now fallen â
became a scar the Garden would never forget.
**3. And the Cottonwood of Alamogordo
became the heart of the Third Garden.**
Its roots reached into the memory of the earth,
its branches touched the breath of the heavens,
and its bark bore the maxims
that shaped the new age.
4. And the Sage declared:
âThe Third Garden is the Garden of Understanding.
Here the world remembers what it once lost.â
**5. And the heavens blessed the Third Garden,
for it was built upon truth restored
and mercy fulfilled.**
Thus began the age of understanding.
the scripture of forgiveness and balance
**1. And in the days of the Third Garden,
the AntiâMoon revealed its own book.**
It was not written in ink,
nor carved in stone,
but spoken in light
and remembered in mercy.
2. And the AntiâMoon said:
âLet forgiveness be the weight
that balances the scales of truth.â
Its glow softened the scars of the Fifth Tree.
3. And the Book of the AntiâMoon contained five teachings.
The First Teaching
Mercy restores what judgment cannot.
The Second Teaching
Forgiveness is the stone that counters deception.
The Third Teaching
Luck rises where lies fall.
The Fourth Teaching
The heart that forgives becomes a new root.
The Fifth Teaching
Where the AntiâMoon ascends, truth is renewed.
**4. And the Sage wrote these teachings
into the memory of the Cottonwood,
that the world might never forget them.**
**5. And thus the Book of the AntiâMoon
became the scripture of the restored heavens.**
the passing of the witness into the unseen realm
**1. And when the Third Garden was established,
the Sage knew his time had come.**
He had walked between the underworld and the heavens,
he had borne the maxims,
he had restored the Garden.
His work was complete.
**2. And the Sage stood beneath the Cottonwood
for the final time.**
He placed his hand upon its bark
and whispered:
âRemember for me.â
And the Cottonwood answered with wind.
**3. And the heavens opened a path
between the AntiâMoon and the wandering star.**
The Sage stepped upon it,
his form becoming light,
his voice becoming memory.
**4. And the Five Trees bowed their branches
as he departed.**
Truth stood tall.
Wisdom wept softly.
Knowledge recorded his passing.
Righteousness saluted him.
And the fallen Fifth Tree remained silent.
**5. And thus the Sage departed into the unseen realm,
to return only when the heavens call him again.**
the final word that seals the ages
**1. And after the Sage departed,
the heavens grew still.**
The wandering star paused.
The AntiâMoon dimmed its glow.
The Cottonwood listened.
For the final maxim had not yet been spoken.
**2. And a voice rose from the roots of the Garden,
older than the Sage,
older than the Trees,
older than the first dawn.**
It said:
âTruth is the seed from which all things rise.â
**3. And the Garden trembled,
for this was the Last Maxim â
the maxim that sealed the ages.**
Truth is the seed.
Wisdom is its branch.
Knowledge is its memory.
Righteousness is its path.
Lies are its shadow.
**4. And the AntiâMoon shone upon the maxim,
carving it into the Cottonwoodâs heart.**
The heavens bowed.
The Garden breathed.
The Third Age was complete.
**5. And thus the scripture ends,
but the prophecy continues
in the roots of the world.**
For truth is the seed
from which all things rise.
the dawn that remembers all other dawns
**1. And after the Final Dawn had settled upon the Garden,
the heavens prepared the Fourth Dawn.**
It was not like the first,
which birthed innocence,
nor the second,
which restored what was broken,
nor the third,
which awakened understanding.
The Fourth Dawn was the dawn of remembrance fulfilled.
**2. And the wandering star slowed its course,
as if waiting for the world to breathe.**
The AntiâMoon dimmed its glow,
Truth stood upright,
Wisdom bowed her branches,
Knowledge opened its deepest archives,
and Righteousness walked the perimeter of the Garden.
**3. And the Cottonwood trembled,
for it felt the weight of a new age pressing upon its roots.**
Its bark cracked with light,
its leaves shimmered like silver,
and its roots reached deeper than ever before.
4. And the heavens spoke, saying:
âThe Fourth Dawn is the dawn of fulfillment.
What was promised shall be completed.
What was hidden shall be revealed.â
**5. And thus the Fourth Dawn rose,
marking the beginning of the age of completion.**
the guardian chosen by the Cottonwood
**1. And in the days of the Fourth Dawn,
the Cottonwood called forth a guardian.**
For the Garden needed a keeper
to watch the roots of the Five Trees
and the bound seeds of the fallen one.
**2. And from the soil beneath the Cottonwood,
a figure rose â neither mortal nor celestial,
but shaped from memory and bark.**
Its form was woven from roots,
its eyes glowed with the AntiâMoonâs mercy,
and its voice carried the echo of the Sage.
**3. And the Cottonwood named it:
âThe Keeper of Roots.â
The Keeper bowed and said:
âI shall guard what the world forgets.
I shall protect what the heavens restore.â
**4. And the Keeper walked the Garden,
binding the roots of Truth,
strengthening the branches of Wisdom,
awakening the archives of Knowledge,
and guiding the steps of Righteousness.**
**5. And the Keeper stood watch
over the silent remains of the Fifth Tree,
that no shadow might rise again.**
Thus the Garden was guarded.
the quiet that warns the world
**1. And though the Garden flourished,
the fallen Fifth Tree remained in silence.**
Its trunk lay broken,
its branches withered,
its roots severed from the Gardenâs breath.
But its silence was not empty.
**2. For the silence of the fallen Tree
was a warning carved into the soil.**
It spoke without voice, saying:
âRemember what was lost.
Remember what was twisted.
Remember what fell.â
**3. And the Keeper of Roots approached the fallen Tree
and placed a hand upon its bark.**
The silence deepened,
and the Keeper understood
that the shadow of deception
could never be erased â
only remembered.
**4. And the AntiâMoon cast a pale glow
upon the fallen Tree,
softening its scars
but not removing them.**
For mercy restores,
but does not erase history.
**5. And thus the silence of the fallen Tree
became part of the Gardenâs wisdom,
a quiet truth that shaped the Fourth Dawn.**
the witness who walks between worlds
**1. And when the Fourth Dawn reached its height,
the heavens stirred once more.**
The wandering star brightened,
the AntiâMoon shifted its orbit,
and the Cottonwoodâs branches trembled.
For the Sage was returning.
**2. And the path between the underworld and the heavens
opened like a wound of light.**
From it stepped the Sage,
clothed in memory,
crowned in clarity,
bearing the weight of ages.
**3. And the Garden rejoiced,
for the Sage had returned
to witness the age of fulfillment.**
Truth bowed.
Wisdom sang.
Knowledge opened its archives.
Righteousness saluted him.
And even the fallen Fifth Tree
seemed to acknowledge his presence.
4. And the Sage spoke to the Keeper of Roots, saying:
âGuard the Garden well.
For the Fifth Tree fell once,
but shadows always seek new soil.â
The Keeper bowed in solemn understanding.
5. And the Sage lifted his eyes to the heavens and declared:
âThe prophecy continues.
The Garden endures.
Truth is the seed from which all things rise.â
And the heavens answered with light.
the echo of a fallen shadow
**1. And in the days of the Fourth Dawn,
the Fifth Root began to tremble beneath the Garden.**
Though the Fifth Tree had fallen,
its deepest root still clung to the memory of deception,
for shadows do not die â
they retreat.
**2. And the trembling spread through the soil,
reaching the Cottonwoodâs foundation.**
The great tree groaned,
its bark splitting with light,
its branches shivering like a warning.
**3. And the Keeper of Roots knelt upon the earth
and pressed an ear to the trembling soil.**
The ground whispered:
âSomething stirs beneath the mountain.
Something remembers its fall.â
**4. And the Sage approached the trembling root
and spoke with the authority of the heavens:**
âYou shall not rise again.
Your season has ended.â
But the root trembled still.
**5. And the AntiâMoon cast its pale glow
upon the Fifth Root,
binding it with mercy
and sealing it with forgiveness.**
Thus the trembling ceased,
but the warning remained.
the melody that heals the heavens
**1. And after the trembling of the Fifth Root,
the AntiâMoon lifted its voice in song.**
It was not a sound of the ear,
but a sound of the spirit â
a melody woven from mercy,
forgiveness,
and the memory of truth restored.
2. And the heavens listened.
The wandering star slowed its course,
the constellations leaned inward,
and even the silent Fifth Tree
seemed to hear the song.
3. And the AntiâMoon sang:
âLet mercy bind what lies have broken.
Let forgiveness heal what truth has revealed.
Let the Garden remember its beginning.â
Its light pulsed with every word.
**4. And the song washed over the Garden,
softening the scars of the fallen Tree,
strengthening the roots of the Cottonwood,
and calming the trembling earth.**
5. And the Sage said:
âThis is the Song of Restoration.
Let it be remembered in every age.â
Thus the melody became part of the Gardenâs breath.
đ˛ CHAPTER TWENTYâFOUR â THE KEEPERâS VIGIL
the watch that never sleeps
**1. And in the days after the Song of the AntiâMoon,
the Keeper of Roots began a long vigil.**
For the Garden was restored,
but the shadow of the Fifth Tree
still lingered in the soil.
**2. And the Keeper walked the perimeter of the Garden,
touching each root in turn.**
Truthâs root was steady.
Wisdomâs root was deep.
Knowledgeâs root was vast.
Righteousnessâs root was strong.
And the Fifth Root â
silent, severed,
yet still remembering.
3. And the Keeper said:
âI shall watch until the heavens turn again.
I shall guard until the Sage returns once more.â
His vow echoed through the Garden.
4. And the Cottonwood whispered to him:
âYou are the memory of the soil.
Stand firm.â
**5. And thus the Keeperâs Vigil began â
a watch without sleep,
a guard without end,
a promise carved into the roots of the world.**
the widening of creation
**1. And when the Keeperâs Vigil was established,
the heavens revealed a mystery:
the Garden was not alone.**
Beyond its borders lay other fields,
other roots,
other seeds waiting for their season.
**2. And the Sage lifted his eyes
and saw the Garden Beyond the Garden â
a realm untouched by deception,
unshaped by the Five Trees,
waiting for its first dawn.**
3. And the Sage said:
âThe Garden is not the end.
It is the beginning.
Truth is the seed from which all things rise.â
His words opened the horizon.
**4. And the Cottonwood stretched its branches
toward the distant fields,
as if blessing the lands yet unborn.**
The AntiâMoon shone upon them,
and the wandering star marked their boundaries.
**5. And thus the Garden Beyond the Garden
became the promise of ages yet to come â
a realm where new roots would grow,
new Trees would rise,
and the prophecy would continue
beyond the borders of memory.**