The Archmage presides over the Sanctuary with the unanimous consent of his adoring people. Stories are told, and perhaps in our enthusiasm for his decorated past there has been some leaking between fact and fiction, but the Archmage is little interested in these fables. He is the only Archmage ever to have existed within the Walls and the unfailing guardian of the Sanctuary and of magic.

The artist that everyone wants on their walls: and if you have any taste, on yours as well. His magical art, a whirlwind of pastels, petals and dreamy softness, is as moving as it is melancholy; as profoundly liminal as it is absolute. From his houses to his jewellery, his talent is unmatched, and his conduct at a dance is quite the scandal!

Earlier today a masked revolutionary attracted a crowd where the houses take root, giving a riling speech before cutting a few houses loose. Some bystanders said this scene made them “sad to see a floating house wasted like that”, and “frustrated that the Custodians are trying to take the beauty of magic from us”. The military arrived shortly after the cutting began, but it seems the assumed Custodian made it away without getting caught. The military refused to comment on their lack of success given they consider it an active investigation.

-Extract from The Winged Words

Please see the attached flyer for more information.

Flyer attached:

  Circus, Circle, Cycle
  
  At the mouth of the river you stand, quill in hand.             This world is in an unbroken circle 
  The Serpent hisses, the Sun watches. “Who comes? Who goes?”     the Dark Circus seeeks to break
  “Who comes? Who goes?” You question, quill in hand.             You wil know we speak the truth
  “It matters not,” Laughs the Ourobororos.                       for the Sun shall be still in the sky this 
  Rain clouds gather above the towers of sand.                                                           day
  
  By the feet of the tower you stand, brush in hand. 
  The Serpent a crescent smile, the Sun a chamomile. “Who comes? Who goes?”
  “Who comes? Who goes?” You ponder, brush in hand.
  “We return,” Speaks the Ourobobororos.                            The Great Serpant will reset the world
  Upon broken stones, a garland.                                    Join us in the Centrael Square
                                                                    when te floating houses fly away.
  Under torn canopies you stand, chisel in hand. 
  The Serpent a destiny, the Sun history. “Who comes? Who goes?”             Bring mineral water.
  “Who comes? Who goes?” You shudder, chisel in hand.
  “You are back,” Sighs the Ourobobororosor.
  Painted eyes weep a river, they understand.
  
  At the mouth of the river you stand, quill in hand.
  …
  
  At the mouth of the Serpent you stand.
  In the shadow of the Sun you stand.
  “Who comes? Who goes?” You whisper. 
  The Ourobobororosoros does not answer. 
  “Remember yet, your father’s face, and your mother’s voice.”

-In the ad section of every newspaper

Three days ago, the lady thief promised to relieve Nilsatis of their prized sapphire crown. And as is well known: when the Blue Jay makes a promise, she keeps it!
During this afternoon's chaos, when two houses floated away - including poor Nilsatis' - dozens of bystanders witnessed the sudden exit of the Blue Jay, in her typical, stylish, azure coat. Witnesses swear she glided down from the mansion as it floated higher and higher, the crown gleaming in her hand, straight onto the Sun! It seems she is more daring than even her most devoted fans imagined! What could she have done on the Sun?
Reports say the mysterious thief was not the only one to have landed on the Sun today. Apparently other figures were seen tumbling out of the floating house onto the Sun. We are eagerly awaiting further developments!

- Extract from The Winged Words