This with foresight will be able to sense the impending conflict hanging in the balance. All the paths of fate seem to be going in one direction, but the way that final destination takes form is in flux.

At the center of it all, you will find the concept of a great tree, with billions of shining fruit, like stars in the sky. Upon that tree you see spilled: the blood of Summer, the blood of Winter, the blood of Hell, the blood of Angels. All of these exist simultaneously, yet in solitude.

And, slowly, the boughs of that tree will begin to burn.