Perhaps they were running from fear and came stumbling into this place for comfort. Or maybe they were drawn to it like groggy eyed dreamers into a light. Underneath all of the seeming improbabilities of their meeting they were all brought together by an unseen hand of reason. It was a presence that they had all known for their whole lives.
It weighed their resolve. Waiting patiently, nudging them when necessary until one day they could be brought together within the presence of the Eschaton.
...and only then would their lives truly begin.
The day came, and it sent out a call. Many came to the city, their dreams giving form to the feeling within their heart. Dreams that could only be fulfilled if they were pursued.
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