And now Doom rides a wild black stallion, the future passing before the time rider’s eyes but never again crossing his lips; the secrets he sees he sets down in confounding script in the Scroll of Fate, to bide their time until the moment catches up with the text to render it legible. Thus the greatest tale of all time, yours and mine and Hers, remains a mystery, hidden behind a language of constant flux and compounding complexity, so that as the ground shakes and the monstrous horse thunders towards us lying helpless in its path, the question is left to us:
What will happen next?
–“Tying the Knot,” from Songs of the Metamythos
