Most of us that perished in the Wish Wars perished at least twice. Some of us, three times.But with all the grunting and panting and broken talismans, that is a story for much, much later.First, introductions, I think. I’ll tell you a story of Hëævën and great distances and the swullock of lands taped to memory, loosely, and in fine, chaotic melody.Yes. Let’s start there. With my brother, Jesus the Christ, and the sands of home.I am the sister time and text forgot. I am Moss Watts. Daughter of Heaven. Queen of the Djinn.