[ WP ] Science and Magic are merely opposite sides to which the pendulum of time swings . It has leaned for the past few centuries towards the Laws of Science but even now it begins to return ever faster back towards the Laws of Magic .

Another night, another dream, another time I saw it. The pendulum of wisdom, the great centre of creation, suspended in the all-encompassing abyss of time, swinging wildly between reason and mystery, the known and the arcane, knowledge and power. Slowly and steadily it moved, generation after generation, century after century, millennia after millennia. The great emotionless creator and destructor, it haunted me for months, but that night, that night was different. In that dimensionless void of pure concept, I saw the pendulum freeze for a time somewhere between a moment and eternity, and begin falling back. Slowly at first, but gaining speed with each second, the primordial anchor rushed to me. 
 
 I awoke in my bed, sweat dripping down my forehead. As my breathing steadied, countless questions swarmed my head. *Why does this keep happening? Am I going insane? Should I talk to someone? * Yet somewhere deep inside me was a different impulse, a thought not described in words but only felt with every fibre of my being. Slowly, not fully understanding – or perhaps not wanting to understand – the reason, I got up and walked over to my telescope. Feeling my heart beating faster than ever before, I looked through the device. 
 
 A strange cold washed over me as I understood what I was seeing. The stars… They moved, flowed, changed positions, disappearing and re-emerging in a strange dance of complete delirium. I took a step back, simply staring at the telescope. This device, this tool of science that was my guide of reason for years and decades, was now mocking me with visions of the impossible, exposing my madness to what little rationality was left within the grey matter inside my skull. 
 
 In a fit of rage, I grabbed the tripod and raised it above my head, intending to smash it against the floor, but suddenly it clicked. The pendulum inside my dreams made sense, the dancing patterns of these supposedly colossal celestial bodies formed a system. Gently I put the telescope down, aimed it at a random cluster of stars, and gazed inside. Yes, it was obvious, so obvious. 
 
 It wasn ’ t just me, the world itself had gone through a metamorphosis, a change of laws, a re-establishing of something long forgotten and primal. Grabbing my notebook from the desk, I began writing it all down. Arcane formulas, magic incantations, the long forgotten wisdom in the stars, fated to wait its turn for centuries. It was now mine! From the wise words of Nostradamus to the mad ramblings of Abdul Alhazred, it was all a part of one big system, and I was going to be its next chosen one. 
 
 For years, I ’ ve been guided by books, for decades I ’ ve followed the path of men long dead. Not anymore. I would be the one to lay out the path, the one to write the books. And with this new knowledge, under the new swing of the pendulum, I would be a god, a being of immeasurable power, a herald of the new way. My texts studied for eternity, my legend told throughout the ages, my name whispered with reverence and fear, I wanted it all. 
 
 I rose my hands to the heavens and began speaking the Old Words, the song of creation and destruction. A thunderous roar echoed to the farthest ends of the world, and the stars began dancing to my will.
