The New Tempest: A Prophecy of the Coming Upheaval

The bells of the past now toll in the present and the whispers of history shall rise again in thunderous storms. The stars align as once they did in the days of the great schism of the New World and the burning fury of the old European throne. The march of time circles back, yet the hands on the celestial clock point to a new form of reckoning—one of shattered illusions, broken compacts and the reordering of dominions.

The Cracks in the World

The swelling tide of aspirations, untamed and feverish, rises like a great flood upon the earth. The young shall outnumber the old in lands once teeming with sages, while the wombs of once-mighty nations shall fall silent, their streets echoing with the cries of the forgotten. The great wheel of birth tilts and where one land teems with restless multitudes, another withers in the frost of barrenness.

Rivers once worshiped now carry poison, their waters growing bitter as the air thickens with the breath of decay. The wrath of the heavens shall come not with swords, but with winds and waters, with flames and tremors that no king or merchant can halt. The great cities of the West, once luminous beacons, shall flicker, while in the lands of the ancient sun, the embers shall glow anew.

The lords of gold and iron, the keepers of the ledgers, shall see their empires crumble not by the sword, but by the shifting sands of industry. Machines that think and hands that do not toil shall create men without purpose and nations without a cause.

The mighty who once ruled the seas, their banners spread across the world, shall find their power fading as the tides retreat. Their voices will grow weak, their laws questioned, their dominion no longer feared. And in the halls of the eagle’s nest, discord shall rise, brother against brother, vision against vision, until the house is divided beyond repair.

The Great Reordering

Where once lay the ruins of old empires, new lights shall rise. The dragon of the East, with patience as deep as the rivers that birthed it, shall weave its fate anew—not in conquest, but in the silent embrace of trade and dominion. The land of a thousand gods, where sages once walked, shall temper its chaos and find balance in its own ancient rhythm. The crescent lands, long torn between past and future, shall forge a path neither beholden to the old lords nor surrendered to the new.

But peace shall not come easily. The storms of migration, of men fleeing fire and famine, shall set new flames across lands unprepared for their arrival. The dream of open gates shall shatter upon the rocks of reality and men will build walls not only upon their borders but within their own hearts.

The age of the deity fades, replaced by the cult of the self, yet the void left behind shall call forth new prophets—some false, some true. The search for meaning will lead many into darkness before the dawn can be seen.

The End of One Age, The Birth of Another

The civil strife that once shattered nations shall come again, yet not in the manner known before. The battlefield will not be lined with muskets nor trenches, but in the very fabric of truth and belief, torn apart by whispers and screens. The war shall not be fought only with iron, but with minds bent by unseen hands, with men and women turned against one another by shadows of truth and illusion. The tools of war will change. The Zeros and Ones will morph into new and unseen dimensions. They will act as 'agents' - both for peace and destruction. 

The Sun will send new light from which will be born new seeds, fruits and water. The Moon will give power to the Ocean and new lands will be formed. 

But from this fire, a new world shall be forged. The lands that remember their roots shall rise, while those who sever their past shall crumble. The power of gold shall be tested by the power of the soul and the nations that balance both shall endure.

Thus it is written, and thus it shall unfold.