Every age has had its despair about the state of Temuair and doom-saying about the future of the land. I am not immune to such thoughts myself, having felt the nearing of the end many times. But yet, here we still are, quickly approaching the final Deochs of the second century from the birth of the Aisling and the end of Temuair still has yet to approach from the horizon.
Temuair continues to exist because of those who have struggled in the past; each new age bringing new challenges and longer odds. It is another pillar of what defines us as Aislings: the desire to improve an imperfect world.
When Temuair’s time finally comes and no amount of struggle can avoid it, do not mourn her. Give unto Sgrios that which is Sgrios’s gladly. When the sun finally dips below the horizon for the final time, instead rejoice in celebration of what this collective dream has brought to the aether.
Yet, death is not one to be rushed; for it knows that in due time it takes everything. Sgrios is indifferent to a wounded bird. If it is so ordained that the bird must die, then it shall die and be claimed. But until then, shower it with compassion and healing with all due measure as even a bird near the end dreams to soar amongst the heavens yet one last time.
For those that continue to struggle here and now so that this Temuair can fly just a bit longer, we are here today because of you and those like you. Whenever the end does finally arrive, among the celebrated names you will be because of your dedicated Aisling Spirits.
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