Now is the time. We must face the test, and tell the Truth. The Truth we remember.
Then it’s out of our hands. We must pray our memory does not fail us.
We will stand between the boulders, small creatures we are, bowed in awe. The Ancient may look down on us, or not. We will not know.
For, if we pass, we’ll only know the other side. If we fail it will be the end. To dust and to ashes.