The Last Planetary Sermon, delivered by High Orator Revian Sol

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Origin Node: Oratorial Spire of Sanneth Primus
Time Stamp: Spiral Day 0T0L0X1.30
Classification: Universal Public Sermon
Speaker: Revian Sol, Final Voice of the Fractured Fold
Audience: Any who remain. Any who would dare to listen.



Brothers. Sisters. Unnamed ones. Listeners in dust. Watchers behind static. Children of light and those who have forgotten what it tastes like - listen to me.

This is not a hymn. This is not a plea. This is the voice of a man who has walked with faith and found it flayed.


I speak not of forgiveness today.
I speak of knowledge.
I speak of Lyrax.

You chant his name like an ending.
You whisper it like infection.
You fear it like some celestial plague.

But none of you know him.
You do not know what burns beneath the cloak.
You do not know what dreams he once wept out of his own mind, long before the stars turned against him.

And that is why you will never stop him.
To destroy him, we must first understand him.
Not to pity. Not to embrace.
To aim. Precisely. Totally. Without falter.

I have read the fragments.
The trial transcripts. The encoded laments.
The laughter recorded in the black static between dimensions.
There is a pattern in his madness.
A law behind his chaos.
A wound behind the weapon.

And I
I offer my soul into that wound.

I will descend into what he left behind.
I will pour my mind into the echo.
I will sing the lullaby he once buried beneath a screaming sun.

Not because I seek to join him.
But because only by tracing the exact contours of his madness
can I find the single vein that leads to his undoing.

If I do not return
know this:

I did not sacrifice myself for peace.
I sacrificed myself for precision.
For a weapon shaped like truth.

He can be ended.
Not by silence.
Not by flame.

But by understanding him completely and denying what he asks of us.

Let no one ever again fear where angels do not sing.

Let mortals stand in that dark and say: “I know you. I name you. And I unmake you.”

That will be my sermon.
That will be my soul.

Revian Sol
Final Voice of Sanneth
Breaker of Silence
Scholar of the Last Pattern

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