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Destiny Grimoire Anthology, Volume VII (subtitled Penumbra) is a hardcover collection of Grimoire material in printed form, released during Fall 2024.[1] The book primarily focuses on the Light and Darkness.
Description
Destiny Grimoire Anthology, Volume VII: Penumbra is a curated look at the universe of Destiny, examining how our understanding of two fundamental forces that underlie that universe - Darkness and Light - have evolved. Guardians are raised in the Traveler's Light, blessed with the ability to wield that Light as a weapon against the Darkness. But what does it mean to be a champion of the Light? Is the Darkness the real enemy? Or is there wisdom to be found in the shadows? [1]
Lore
Introduction
Friend,
I write as a woman changed. My recent contact with the Darkness was as formative as my long-ago rebirth in the Light. So after all this, here, at the end, I will say: Do not ignore the changes we have endured, and do not disregard the difference between the Light and the Darkness.
It is not vanity for me to acknowledge that I have unique insight to impart. I have witnessed Darkness in all its forms, in all its terrible pain and contortions, and all the violence it inflicts. But despite this and above all, I see in it the aches and yearnings for a more complete world. There is collapse and indistinction, but also, there is preservation. Not stultifying, but vital.
This is what I have learned:
We have harnessed the Darkness because it bears harnessing. It has yielded the fruits of our future, nurtured against great opposition.
Every boundary invites transgression. We are not beyond our own affronts, which have inevitably changed us. That is not weakness, or folly, or failure.
I maintain that balance is not equity. I do not accept the Darkness on the same terms as the Light. Darkness is a tool to be used and a path to walk, but it is not our essence. We must hold fast to that understanding. To do otherwise invokes delusion.
The Darkness and the Light are not opponents, but neither are they allies. There is a natural conflict between them, but we have the capacity to hold contradictions within ourselves, and so they mingle with great effort on our part. That is the beauty of our complexity, the purview of the Light.
Our safe contact with the Darkness is only possible because of the Light. Even so, the Light exists not as our protector, but as our guide.
That is all I wish to impart.
To every fire, its fuel,
Club Morgue
Ahsa, lay low your flukes. Doff your cap and coat. You're safe here. You know you'll keep your promise to find the place where this all began. But for now, rest.
No, I'm not death, though it is my tool. "Nothing" doesn't interest me, you understand? A flawed existence is preferable to none at all. Things are the way they have to be, instead of the way they'd like to be.
Ah, Ahsa. You saw it all―the extinction, the extermination, the gamma-ray bursts burning up your garden worlds, the singularities eating up infant suns. It hurt you so! And you turned to me, asking why it had to be.
I didn't answer. I never do. I'm a question. It's up to you to find the answer. Build the castle. So far they all fall over, but maybe one day one won't. How? I don't know. Figure it out, do the work, ask the question. What will remain in the end, when the stars go out, and creation freezes in the half-light of evaporating black holes?
These killers you're after. They were very much like you, Ahsa. They wanted to know why; why there had to be life, why there had to be death.
But then, not liking the answer they made for themselves―
Well. You'll see.
Go on, Asha. Someone's coming to see you, and I'm sure she's got a real humdinger of a proposal for you to hear. Her sister, though... it'll really wind her up if you die by any other hand but hers. She means to take you for her worm. And she pretty much runs this town, truth be told.
Watch yourself out there. It's a warzone.
Charybdis
It seemed so simple to me when I first heard it: the strongest survive. It's obvious. If it can be destroyed, it must be destroyed. And in that destruction, the victor becomes even stronger.
Kind of like Guardians, honestly. All of us. It makes sense of how we grow. Take the Crucible. We sharpen our skills against each other in the arena. The less skilled become fodder
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