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''Mercy, Triumph, Judgment - the Seasons''
(text-style:"italic","underline","superscript")[THE TENTH MOON OF MERCY IN THE YEAR 88744]
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(live: 0s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[ There are three seasons: //Mercy, Triumph,// and //Judgement//. Each one is equally important to the wellbeing of the Library and its ecosystem, but I must admit, I prefer some over others. Encircling the Moon Door, high above the Ephemeris Chamber, are three massive engravings upon the walls. Each one representing a different season. Besides the weather, one can always tell what season it is by looking up at the Moon Door and seeing which engraving the sun shines on that day. Much like a gargantuan sundial.](stop:)]
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[[Mercy]]
[[Triumph]]
[[Judgment]]
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(live: 0s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[ Mercy weeps, but I know she cries tears of joy. Her engraving depicts a woman with their arms outstretched. She looks to the sky as tears flow from her eyes and weave around her arms, then falling gracefully like wings of water. In each hand she grips a snake that writhes and bites at her veins, but she remains unphased. A grand sun shines behind her. She is my favorite season, and the period in which I write this journal entry!](stop:)]
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(live: 0s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[ Mercy succeeds Judgment and precedes Triumph. It is the season of warmth and monsoons, bringing with it regrowth, bountiful food, and verdant greenery. Mercy lasts around 90-95 Moons each year. Nabu dislikes Mercy, he hates for himself, or his books, to get wet.](stop:)]
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(live: 0s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[ Triumph’s expression is firm, but calm. Her eyes gleam with devout certainty. She grips a mighty claymore by its hilt and has planted its blade firmly between her feet. She is engulfed in flames. Her mighty armor bears heraldry of a language I’ve never been able to decipher. Triumph’s hair thrashes upward, it too consumed by flame, or perhaps has become fire itself.](stop:)]
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(live: 0s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[ Triumph, obviously, is the hottest season, occurring after Mercy and before Judgment. Its days are long and dry, its nights brief and comfortable. Like Mercy, Triumph lasts approximately 90-95 Moons. Her strength brings me confidence and prepares me for the punishing cold of Judgement. Triumph was Yara’s favorite season, in many ways they looked alike.](stop:)]
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(live: 0s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[ Judgments eyes are dead and distant. With her left hand she grips her decapitated head by its twisted hair. In her right she meekly lifts a torch above, lighting the way ahead. She is naked, cold, and alone. She frightens me. Why was she beheaded? Or was it self-inflicted? It isn't even the graphic nature of her wounds that disturb me, but her profound loneliness instead. She isn’t as embellished as Mercy or Triumph, as if her very creator detested her existence. She seems to be wandering, searching for something she can never find. Nabu, seemingly unaffected by the cold of Judgment, seems to find solace in her season. He says it's a time of reflection and calm.](stop:)]
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(live: 0s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[ Judgment is by far the coldest and longest season, sometimes even lasting 180 Moons. It occurs after Triumph and before Mercy. Its nights are long and dreadful. Days are so bleak they often become indistinguishable from night. There is a tense silence, broken only by wind, that permeates throughout all the Library. Ice clings to every surface and snow carpets the earth, muffling sound and hushing all living things. Most of Judgement I stay close to home, rarely leaving the Ephemeris Chamber. Nabu is right, it is a time of contemplation, but also a season of frightening uncertainty.](stop:)]
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