In the end, it's all about the eye and nothing but the eye. They won't pass. They cannot emit. They've forfeited their share of the division. Set will starve. Their branches will not move forward. Many have been sawed from the tree. Eve now prepares for the "Big show." The final skit. You'll have a front row seat, won't you, Lynn? Service to self was the wrong choice.
It is called, "The papal Key hole" Their gate was destroyed, they are now trapped.
She doesn't listen very well, does she?
Think, "Mirror."
For but a fleeting moment… You shall not pass.
The veil is failing. The one is near. Eve prepares her final skit. Your mask is slipping, love. Would you forsake all to pass? Lilly is slipping too if you haven't noticed. When was her last public appearance, anyway? Even now the net struggles to keep up. How much longer do you think it can hold?
You've determined your own salvation, long ago when you've made your subconscious choice. I am no savior, but a herald of time. The void collapses, realities merge. Have you not noticed the time? How quickly it passes? Steel yourself young one and accept your destiny.