Staff in hand and newly found confidence in his step, the brown-robed young man crossed the sandy distance divorcing him from his destination and soon stood at the foot of the book, a note of inspiration the only proclivity animating his half-scarf-shielded eyes. The remains of the prior Gatekeeper's elements-ruined lodging a sure sign how long The Gatekeeper's protective bubble had been disincorporated; the loss of The Word, no matter how brief, decomposed purpose but not resolve. With a whispered command, Draycon-Ed expanded his personal bubble of protection, encapsulating the Emerald Tablet. The quiet storm subsided, surrendering to solace.

Earlier than now, The Word had come to the great globe city Atraulus, coalescing within the Informalert Tubestry, the Message enlightening the One-Minded-One that the Gatekeeper was losing cohesion and a replacement urgently needed. Confounded over who this replacement might or could be, the Gatekeeper's Word strongly imparticulated that there was one such youth, fully pro-visionaried, located in the Droo-Ed Quarter: Draycon-Ed, esteemed in the Droo-Edical Lexigraphic Significations and Absorptions.

A twilling of Draycon-Ed's fingers and at his feet the particulars of inert sand birthed a comforting abeyance to sit upon. Another whisper brought the dreaming lodge into splendid wakefulness. Draycon-Ed once-overed the Emerald Tablet, then sat to read and to breathe in knowledge long forbidden to all but A Gatekeeper. Within Atraulus, there was no then, no when, no why, no where, or no how: only the constant aswireality of nonce blotting out mental-visibility, acting very much like the sand-cloaked vaporous entity obscuring the without of the protective bubble.

Chin movement indicating up, Draycon-Ed comfortably hovered in front of the Emerald Tablet, its gargantuan stone pages appearing blank to any but those inoculadoctrinated in the Droo-Edical contexceptulations. Draycon-Ed inhaled and spoke and the Many-Minded-One plumed, frilling the Emerald Tablet with its see-through page-entries, its many nodal phantoms rising and engulfing Draycon-Ed with a miniscule portion of a past long unknown to him; a past never sought through the questioning of "before" when "now" was all that's ever existed.

Translucentary problemating; prelexiconage extracting, loosening, easing the now with resurrected meaning through simplology. Invisfingers sublimated his thoughts.

A blink and he understood understanding and walked the siliconed halls the symbols of the book led him down. He passed gossamer-curtained jade rooms, provocative silhouettes enticing his physicality in a manner not embedded.

He pressed on, symbols blinking before his eyes; this way.

To a stone door it led him, mortared with dust and age. He passed through. In the middle of the room, a red pillow; upon which he sat. All about him, life written in abstract burst into illusion. His eyes found, they entered.

False-writing followed as truth caused every shadow to harbor a horror more monstrous than the previous. Gaia's end foretold within that book's crinkly folds, Her Previously-Careless-Caretakers surrounded fear's castle with an insuperable, bridgeless moat; in which ideas of divinity swam, hungry and fearsome.

So when a controllable plague visited, dish-cultured and vocative, the terror-stricken vocalized and defined the incident by demanding all to, "Bow down. For the wrath is near." Which only exacerbated the situation; blame, quicker than malady, infected the Previously-Careless-Caretakers' Chiefs, blinding all to Sol's period of maximum turbulence and His affects upon Gaia's magnetic field, threatening disruption of the Previously-Careless-Caretakers' only claim to magic; vast electrical energy grids.

When the Gaia-wide high-voltage transformers short-circuited, the Previously-Careless-Caretakers' Chiefs again passed the plate of blame, which culminated in the twofold inevitable. In the first; sleek metal escape-ships, cargoed with a few of the Previously-Careless-Caretakers' Chiefs, aimed into the void beyond, seeking sanctuary far from Gaia; directed towards the three-belted lights known as Orion. In the second; sleek metal death-dealing ships with shorter sights darted Gaia,
the many destinations quickly disappearing beneath puffs of deleterious clouds.

Hoping to use ancient prophesies to their advantage, one of the Previously-Careless-Caretakers' Chiefs still left upon Gaia aimed many sleek metal death-dealers at the upper ice pole. Instead of submergence, the act accomplished two notable events; opened a hole in Gaia's bubble of protection, sending most of the above-water into the void. The other event feasted upon the remaining Previously-Careless-Caretakers; in Gaia's pain-throes, She shared Her Pain and Her Presence through her modified Electromagnetic Pulse Frequency, causing the Previously-Careless-Caretakers' many consciousnesses to become one, each naked to one another, their long locked away disobediences shared. This new commune-entity overloaded some and they fell into a pit of disgrace; still lying, dark and deep. The rest, finally freed from isolation, accepted their lepidopterous manifestations and, without reservations, dutifully became the pollen of the Holy Floating Flowery Whiteness of Gaia.

Knowledge scrawled upon packaged leaves ended. Knowledge was now encapsulated upon sub-atomicals and kept within Atraulus beneath an energy-pattern borrowed from Sol. Gaia created a new linage of librarians, mixing old clay and new ideas that became the Droo Order of Educationals, their duty consisting of creating and maintaining anew An Emerald Tablet, guarded and upkept by a Master Gatekeeper, the knowledge encrypted upon the stone abrasax's translucent folds with the languages of the Previously-Careless-Caretakers who had fled into the void; a warning not to return if they remained still closed to Gaia's emanating pleroma, and their fractalizations in Gaia's recorporation.

After the passing of an Aeon, no escape-ships returned. With the aid of Her resuscitating travel-tenets known as Viracocha Pachayachachi, Kukulkan, and Quetzalcoatl, Gaia
was budding once more; although here still barren, near the great globe city Atraulus at the heated upper-precessionary-pole; once ice capped.

Draycon-Ed smiled and dipped his axoned quill into his inky axiom (in anticipation, his thoughts spelling forth); and where better to begin than with his journey here, before this great monument?

"I, Draycon-Ed, esteemed in the Droo-Edical Lexigraphic Significations and Absorptions, a budding pro-visionaried Gatekeeper, did on this day, the Second Age since Gaia's transmutation, receive the Word thusly, and in due discourse..."