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The future is the past is the future, Snow Prophet, the ancient snowy owl of the great northern regions, scrawled on the holy tablets.
Never before had the animals written their tale—that of their rise, of mankind’s fall. Never before had it existed anywhere but in the rolling melodic songs of whales in twilight seas or in the cackles of geese flying overhead, towards the great rising sun. It was the song every awakened animal told its children. And it was more than a song. It was a warning. Be not proud, animals of the earth, it began. Every wing that soars falters; every leg that runs upon the earth one day becomes it. What falls, rises. What rises, falls. The future is the past is the future is the past…