Squire.

A creature of old times. From the old times.

The Oracle.

To many, Squire was a prophet. All seeing and all knowing.

A being whose existence had not even been proven. In no way, for there was nothing but his writings. There was no confirmation of his life, his existence in the universe. No records or anything like that. And if there was someone who had met Squire, he had kept it to himself.

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One day I started hearing voices.
The voices became messages.
Sooner or later I became convinced
of future events in the universe.
It was not possible to say
when or where,
but one day,
all the things
that I had heard
would come true.

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One will come.
He will order the universe or lead it into darkness.