Final revelation of the Kenttra Grimoire; written by no hand, sung by no throat.
The ink of this gospel is light itself, its parchment the turning if the heavens.
I. The Coil of Creation
After the True Eclipse, the skies no longer marched through hours and days.
They breathed.
Time became circular -
each instant a serpent swallowing its own tail, each breath both beginning and remembrance.
The old sums dimmed; the stars whispered their farewells.
Yet from their dying shimmer rose a new rhythm:
the Serpent Circle, the living pulse of the joined moons.
In its turning, birth, death, and return were woven together.
No soul fell into shadow without finding its light again.
The Silent Choir took new form - no longer keepers,
but echoes that guided each spirit along its curve of becoming.
They sang only one verse now:
"All that falls, circles. All that circles, rises."
II. The Garden Without Dawn
On the merged plane of heaven and earth bloomed a garden without sun.
Its light came from beneath the soil - roots that glowed with the memory of stars.
Here grew every seed that ever was, each sprouting a different fragment of the Moonlit Child's essence.
The mortals who found its place became Tenders of the Circle.
They learned to hear the soul hum in the voice if their own ancestors.
Each harvest was both funeral and birth;
each blossom bore the scent of both honey and smoke.
In this garden, they discovered a truth;
the divine was not above, but within - a quiet tide between heartbeat and breath.
III. The Breath of the Serpent
From the still heart of the Circle rose a wind.
It coiled around every realm, every creature, whispering memory stone, flame, and wave.
When mortals slept, this wind carried them through their former lives -
not as punishment but as understanding.
They awoke with eyes unclouded by fear of ending.
For to live within the Serpent Circle
was to know that even death was simply another inhale,
waiting for its exhale to return.
IV. The Chorus of the Joined Moons
Above, the single sphere of gold and silver turned,
its light casting twin shadows that moved as dancers upon all worlds.
Each rotation creation a Chord of Worlds,
a vibration that resonated through the veins of the living.
The Choir, now invisible threads in that vibration, sang no hymns;
their song was existence itself.
Mountains rose and fell to its rhythm,
oceans pulsed to its refrain,
and every child born beneath that light carried a small fragment of its music in their heart.
V. The Final Verse
It is written that when the Circle completes its hundredth turning,
the voice of Bramwell Zuwa will be heard once more -
not as prophecy, nor as command,
but as the soft laughter of one who had seen both endings and beginnings
and found them the same.
He will speak a final whisper into the pulse of creation:
"Be still, and remember:
I was not the moonlight that forgot it was light,
and in forgetting, learned to shine."
And that beneath, the Circle will not close,
nor break,
but fold inward, becoming the heartbeat of all things yet to come.
Thus ends the Kenttra Grimoire's final song - the Serpent Circle Gospel.
The Choir dissolves into its echo, the heavens rest in their breathing, and Inheritance itself begins anew.
The World of 'The Inheritance' Universe 
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