The Sky-Veil: Prologue
The Man of the In-Between
The Sky-Veil series is a mythopoetic journey through a forgotten realm where the divine brushes the mortal. A nameless man awakens beneath a veil of sorrow and memory, guided by three silent goddesses across a path of signs, silence, and sacred trials. His quest is not to rise in power, but to remember his name—and the order of Being itself. This is a story of longing, wisdom, and the quiet majesty that crowns the soul.
The Sky-Veil series was written and developed by Walter Emerson Adams with creative assistance from ChatGPT (OpenAI) as a language-shaping tool. All content and narrative remain original to the author.
In the age before memory, when twilight still cradled the world and time was just finding a direction, there appeared a man beneath the Sky-Veil—a realm between realms, where the mortal and the divine brushed one another like wind against tall grass. The man was nameless, for names are heavy, and this man was not ready to bear the weight.
But the world beneath the Sky-Veil, the Grey-Beneath where he journeyed, had grown cold, covered in the fog of forgetting. “Being” lay without remembrance, not destroyed—hidden, as stars hide in daylight. The man wandered, heart aching with a longing he could not name. In dreams, he wept for a home he had never seen, for songs he had never heard, but somehow remembered.
He looked up, attempting to pierce the fog to see anything that might fulfill his longing.
The gods had turned away, or so it was told. But not all.
Three remained who watched in silence. Not gods as whispered tales beneath the Veil had cast them, but faint shimmers of the Being forgotten—heralds of light beyond light, silent echoes of something those in the fog could not name. They did not demand worship, only captured thought. They waited.
She of the Sea-Foam and Smile, who once danced on the waves with the laughter of stars, now moved in secret, carrying divine love across liminal waters. She watched the man with a sorrowful joy.
She of the Grey Eyes and Light, shield-maiden of the high mind, once a voice of strategy and craft, now whispered only to those who listened with the heart’s ear. She marked the man’s path with faintly gleaming signs.
She of the Ox-Eyes and Crown, tall and veiled in majesty, no longer sat upon ancient thrones but walked through the ruins of forgotten temples, bearing the weight of a kingdom yet to come. She stirred the man’s blood with the memory of royalty.
And so, in the stillness of forgetting beneath the Sky-Veil, the three emerged once more—not as goddesses, but as guardians, guides, and dynastic bearers. Not to revive their temples, but to guide one soul across the hidden bridges and meadows, toward a mountain that could not be climbed and a flame that could not be seen.
The journey would be perilous. Shadows would twist beauty into mockery. False queens would offer poisoned crowns. The man would lose himself again and again, and only by losing all would he find the thread.
But the thread had already been given. Woven of Sea-Foam love, Grey-Eyed wisdom, and Ox-Eyed majesty, it shimmered in the dark like a silver line through the Labyrinth.
The man—still nameless—had been chosen.
Not to rise.
But to remember.
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Lyrics ©Walter Emerson Adams. Music and vocals by Suno ©Walter Emerson Adams.
Aphrodite, she of Sea and Smile Who dances on the waves at rosy dawn With laughter, moves in secret through the stars Divine in love across the waters drawn She watched the man with sorrow, care, and heart Athena, she of Light and Flashing Eyes The maiden of high minds, a voice that spans To those who hear, she whispers wise and clear To those who hear, with mortal minds that can She led the man with signs unseen, revered Hera, she of Crown and Gold Ox-Eyes In majesty arises tall and veiled No longer sitting on the ancient thrones But walks through temples, ruins, vanished, paled She bears the weight of kingdoms yet to come Athena, Hera, Aphrodite In hush beneath the Sky-Veil’s dome of grey The three emerged once more to guard and guide Dynastic bearers, shepherds through the day To guide the man to mountain peaks and flames
Aha! I see what you are attempting to do here Walter. Very clever, very inspired. ❤️🔥⚜️👑