My Fabula

I am writing this tale with the intent to simply get my Fabula, or tale to some, unto the glorious comp type which has been surrendered to me in Terra Valde Teneo Quam, just one of the worlds and times I have visited while walking on the path. I have seen many strange and many amazing sights along my great path and have met many a devotee, a hardheart, a doubter, and the always thoughtless Caecus but alas we will get into this at a later point in my Fabula. Besides if you are a doubter you may not want to read you may want to stay in the dark but I say read on, experience this Fabula and then tell me you still doubt. However, if you are a Caecus you are what we call the great blind you don't even know it but you are unable to even fathom the idea of other worlds and even if you were to get close to a Murus, what you to do not speak the Pure speak would translate to barrier, if you do get close you would get what you call the creeps. For you all hope of reaching the places of which I speak is gone unless there is a miracle waiting for you. This does not deter me though because to you my Fabula is just a tale told by someone with an imagination you will never believe but will be entertained. This is insignificant to me because this was meant for all and my wish is that each person leaves with some piece of the knowledge of the Pure.