Snippet #2711312

"How they all change." Said a rickety bird composed of small changes of growth made by mankind.

All changes catalogued among the expanse of many eyes. The celestial record remained unbroken even if none sat upon the throne to read it. One of sixteen faces that tended to the record flew across the field of singing cherubim to deliver knowledge to heaven. Also one whom was the barrier that would take a man the course of 2500 years to surmount. A creator of the bulwark to keep one very particular worm whom in the fullness of time became merely a bystander. No more than many others that struggled against the fate of mankind even if it named both heaven and hell its enemy. The worm was not the one whom the bulwark was ordained to constrain.

It glided through the host of heaven with little interest in what was already well written. The host must be informed that the worm had broken through the bulwark and that the cursed shadow of a cancerous state had come with it.