The raven on his left shoulder took from underneath his wing a large faux crystal pendant.
“You are wondering how all these writings came to be here. I want you to take this as a warning, there may be a second but there will not be a third. That such is the power of the holy spheres when scorned.
Look in to the glass and see him in his foolishness.”
In the glass was a lonely figure walking on a hillside.