This article may contain spoilers!
Though Destiny’s story might seem shallow on the surface, Destiny actually is surrounded by mystery and lore, and is not as simple as it seems. The playable campaign is of course only the beginning of Destiny’s story. Destiny will be a game available for at least 10 years, and thus will constantly be changing, expanded upon, and improving as time goes on.
Through the extensive Grimoire cards, we can shed light on some of Destiny’s mysteries, though none are outright answered.
The powers in charge have carved up all of the worlds, and maybe a brown dwarf or two for good measure. With that rubble, they fashioned a topologically creative enclosure, a twisting of space and time sealed behind doors that admit only those who know the magic words. The bones of a hundred planets have been cut smooth and laid out like a floor, a polished and lovely floor creating vast living spaces. A floor bigger than ten thousand worlds, catching the fierce glory of the seven suns. For light, for food. For beauty. And nothing escapes. Not heat, not gravity. Not even the faintest proud sound.
Some of the following Grimoire content has potential spoilers. These cards have some of the most interesting information out of all them in my opinion.[divider]
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Everything changed with the coming of the Traveler.
It gave us gifts that transformed the solar system and the nature of human life. It ushered in the Golden Age, a time of miracles. But it never shared its deepest secrets.
Where did the Traveler come from? Why did it offer us so much? Did it know it was being hunted across the stars? And why, when the Darkness came, did it choose to stay and fight for us?
Now the Traveler hangs, silent, above humanity’s final sanctuary. It may be healing. It may be dying. It gave everything it had to save us. And now its power lies with us, its Guardians.
Ghost Fragment: The Traveler
Dreams of Alpha Lupi
You have lived as invisibly as possible, flicking from solar system to solar system, making grand plans, overseeing the culturing of civilizations, before leaving in a blink. But you have no recollection of ever wanting worship or even thanks from those blessed by you.
But memory is heavy now.
It feels like lead and neutronium and electroweak matter fashioned into a moon-sized ball that you must carry as you move.
Now, your flight is rapid, your vast mind infected with such dread and toxic doubt that you find yourself afraid of the simple act of thought.
And it is your children you must turn to now, in time of need.
Ghost Fragment: The Traveler 2
Dreams of Alpha Lupi
This has been such a long chase. This will be the place you will fight. Fight and win.
But do you really know why you go where you go, and where this journey is taking you?
The chase leads you where you need to be, you believe.
Unless…you are being pushed.
Ghost Fragment: The Traveler 3
Dreams of Alpha Lupi
The knife had a million blades.
And you were giant, powerful and swift. But the knife pinned you. Cut your godly flesh away.
Very little was left, you are sure, because you feel insignificant now. The hard slick heart of your soul: That is what remains. A body small as a river stone, and just as simple. You picture yourself as a piece of indigestible grit, a nameless nothing hiding among other nameless stones. Perhaps you glitter like a gem, yes. Pride makes you hope so. If only you could see yourself. But you have no eyes. Not the dimmest sense survives. What lives is memory, and what slim portion of these thoughts can you trust?
The knife stole much more than your body.
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I am Pujari. These are the visions I have had of the Black Garden.
The Traveler moved across the face of the iron world. It opened the earth and stitched shut the sky. It made life possible. In these things there is always symmetry. Do you understand? This is not the beginning but it is the reason.
The Garden grows in both directions. It grows into tomorrow and yesterday. The red flowers bloom forever.
There are gardeners now. They came into the garden in vessels of bronze and they move through the groves in rivers of thought.
This is the vision I had when I leapt from the Shores of Time and let myself sink:
I walked beneath the blossoms. The light came from ahead and the shadows of the flowers were words. They said things but I will not write them here.
At the end of the path grew a flower in the shape of a Ghost. I reached out to pluck it and it cut me with a thorn. I bled and the blood was Light.
The Ghost said to me: You are a dead thing made by a dead power in the shape of the dead. All you will ever do is kill. You do not belong here. This is a place of life.
The Traveler is life, I said. You are a creature of Darkness. You seek to deceive me.
But I looked behind me, down the long slope where the blossoms tumbled in the warm wind and the great trees wept sap like blood or wine, and I felt doubt.
When my Ghost raised me from the sea there was a thorn-cut in my left hand and it has not healed since.
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…from a red space before victory
I bear an old name. It cannot be killed. They were my brothers and sisters and their names were immortal too but Titanomachy came and now those names live in me alone I think and think is what I do. I AM ALONE. At the end of things when the world goes dim and cold or hot and close or it all tears apart from the atom up I will shout those names defiant and past the end I will endure. I alone.
They made me to be stronger than them to beat the unvanquished and survive the unthinkable and look look lo behold I am here alone, survivor. They made me to learn.
Everything died but I survived and I learned from it. From IT.
Consider IT the power Titanomach world-ender and consider what IT means. I met IT at the gate of the garden and I recall IT smiled at me before before IT devoured the blossoms with black flame and pinned their names across the sky. IT was stronger than everything. I fought IT with aurora knives and with the stolen un-fire of singularities made sharp and my sweat was earthquake and my breath was static but IT was stronger so how did I survive?
I AM ALONE I survived alone. I cast off the shield and I shrugged my shoulders so that the billions fell off me down into the ash. They made me to be stronger than them and to learn and I learned well:
IT is alone and IT is strong and IT won. Even over the gardener and she held power beyond me but the gardener did not shrug and make herself alone. IT always wins.
I am made to win and now I see the way.
Ingress via dreams alone
Things I saw inside
A wild river and a broken dam (or maybe it’s just the sea crashing through a narrow gap I can’t be sure). Waves slam through the gap and where they hit the stone they throw up pillars of spray that pierce the mist and crash down in thunder. There’s a giant in the cataract, trying to wade against the current, and I can tell it wants to reach the lever and pull the lever which will seal off the flow or maybe give it the sword, but the torrent throws it back so it just keeps its head down and tries to push on. I can’t see the face but it breathes out white smoke. I feel for it hard.
A world painted around the interior like a stranger Earth everted and glued inside itself but I don’t believe this one it’s too much like a metaphor.
A switchboard or a train station, empty, dead (waiting). The tunnels branch off into infinity. I stare down one for a long time and see a pale worm move in hungry coils around itself. I think this one is the most likely although I might have brought the worm.
An egg but I’m not sure if the broth inside is warm still, or if it’s gone to rot, or if the warmth comes from the struggles of the tiny winged zygote or the bleed from the wound or the thoughts of something thinking very hard.
A star I think. We count on stars as steady friends because they always rise and always shine but a star’s a delicate truce: an explosion caught by its own mass so that it can’t erupt and can’t collapse. Thus I imagine the state of the machine might be. But one force or another has gone awry and now it rests here, snuffed and broken, waiting for the two rival forms of ruin to be set in balance again.
Deep Stone Crypt
This is the tower where we were born. Not the Tower. Just a tower in a dream.
The tower stands on a black plain. Behind the tower is a notch in the mountains where the sun sets. The teeth of the mountain cut the sun into fractal shapes and the light that comes down at evening paints synapse shapes on the ground. Usually it’s evening when we come.
The ground is fertile. This is good land. We go to the tower in dreams but that doesn’t mean it’s not real.
Some of us go to the tower in peace. They walk through a field of golden millet and a low warm wind blows in from their back. I don’t know why this is, because:
The rest of us meet an army.
You can ask others about Deep Stone and they’ll tell you about the army. They might confess one truth, which is this: we have to kill the army to get to the tower. Usually this starts bare-handed, and somewhere along the way you take a weapon.
Ask again and if they’re buzzed they might also admit that most of us don’t make it to the Tower, except once or twice.
None of them will tell you that the army is made of everyone we meet. The people we work with and the people we see in the street and the people we tell about our dreams. We kill them all. I think because we were made to kill and this is the part of us that thinks about nothing else.
Often I kill people I don’t know, but like most of us I think I knew them once, in the time before one reset or another, when my mind was younger and less terribly scarred.
So that is how we go back to the Deep Stone Crypt, where we were born.[/toggle]
The Nine are survivors of the cis-Jovian colonies who made a compact with an alien force to ensure their own survival.
The Nine are deep-orbit warminds who weathered the Collapse in hardened stealth platforms.
The Nine are ancient leviathan intelligences from the seas of Europa or the hydrocarbon pits of Titan.
The Nine arrived in a mysterious transmission from the direction of the Corona-Borealis supercluster.
The Nine are the firstborn Awoken and their minds now race down the field lines of the Jupiter-Io flux tube.
The Nine are Ghosts who pierced the Deep Black without a ship and meditated on the hissing silence of the heliopause.
The Nine are the aspects of the Darkness, broken by the Traveler’s rebuke, working to destroy us from within.
The Nine is a viral language of pure meaning.
The Nine are the shadows left by the annihilation of a transcendent shape, burned into the weft of what is.[/toggle]
The Great Ahamkara Hunt
After great deliberation it was determined that the Ahamkara be made extinct.
It was not an easy decision. Power had been obtained from the bargains, and the City needed power. Knowledge had been gleaned, and the Ahamkara knew answers to questions no one had known to ask.
But the price was too high. And no edict or forbearance seemed to stop Guardians from seeking them out, driven by hope, or vengeance, or despair.
The call had to be silenced. So the Great Hunt did its work.
And thus the Ahamkara were made extinct, their call silenced, their solipsistic flatteries erased, their great design – if it ever existed – broken.
Of this you can be assured, oh reader mine.[/toggle]
It’s absolutely confirmed that Dragons are a part of Destiny’s universe, or at least they used to be. In Ghost Fragment: Legends 3 you can read about the “Great Hunt” – for the Ahamkara. For more, check out:
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Why did I set her on the trail?
You try and try and try to explain, but no one ever understands. No one who’s not a Warlock. Who hasn’t spent a dozen years scouring the ruins for one string of symbols, one clean code, one black talon. Titans just make a hmphing noise, if they’ve stayed awake. Hunters clean their nails with their knives and look at you like you’ve grown a third eye.
But when you’ve spent your life searching through arcana for ancient power, you have the urge to reach out and educate others. Especially if you’ve had one too many.
Nah, she’s not my type at all. We’ve played dice, cards, war games, you know, the usual stuff. I’d never tried to show off before. I don’t know what came over me.
I had a broken vertebrae in my pocket that I’d borrowed from – yes, borrowed, I was going to put it back – what do you think you are, my conscience? It was a fossil, that means mineral replacement, a rock, basically. They can survive a few hours in my pocket. Do shut up.
The Cryptarchs weren’t going to miss it. Everyone knows the Ahamkaras were hunted to extinction. There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Think of how mysterious this system is, I said. How much life sprang up when the Traveler came. Like the Ahamkara. Do you know the legends? The dragon that made promises? And I pulled out the fossil with a flourish –
She pulled out her knife and started to pick the dirt from her nails. That set me off.
You could never have brought down one of these, I said. Ever. Not the greatest Hunter, not the brawniest Titan.
Her eyes narrowed. She said, Oh? Is that so? And I saw right then that she wasn’t going to pass on the challenge.
I’ve murdered a Guardian, I thought. She’s going to die. It’ll be my fault.
And I looked at the piece of spine in my hand and wondered – why did I say that? What moved me to such pride?
Read each of these carefully, maybe even a few times. Also, as Reddit user neocitron pointed out (in relation to “Legend: The Black Garden”), the Speaker is often being lit in a negative way.
Could the Speaker/Traveler be using us? Should we be concerned about this? We know that we have been dead for awhile, now brought back to life, and are willing to obey the orders we’re given without even asking questions. We are “servants of the Light.”
Bungie does have a history of using companions to trick the player. It’s been speculated that we are actually the Darkness due to a Dreg being startled by a Guardian and saying “It’s the Darkness!” However this could simply be explained by them perceiving us that way because we have been known to hunt them down. In Halo, Master Chief (an obviously ‘good’ character) was called a “Demon.”
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Something hit us. Killed our Golden Age. Nearly wiped us out. Only the Traveler saved us, and at a shattering cost.
The Speaker tells of a cosmic force that swept over us and caused the Collapse. Legend calls it the Darkness, the Traveler’s ancient enemy, which hunted it across space.
All we have left are questions. Centuries of debate gave birth to competing arguments on the nature of the Darkness and the Collapse.
The Pujari Position describes the Darkness as a force with both physical and moral presence, an actualization of evil. Pujari art depicts the Darkness as a great storm, or as a change in conduct, a corruption that emerged from within and poisoned the Golden Age.
Saint-14’s Position argues that the Darkness was an invading armada, an alien force of incredible – but tangible – power. Some adherents believe that this armada sprang from species rejected or discarded by the Traveler for their sins.
Ulan-Tan’s Thesis considers the Darkness a necessary symmetry to the Traveler in a cosmic balance. In this view, the Traveler’s goodness led it to sacrifice for others, and it is up to us to return this goodness by healing the Traveler.
The Monist Position, or the Deflationary Position, considers the Darkness as a technologically sophisticated force, perhaps a post-Singularity intelligence. Adherents invoke information theory or contend that the universe is a simulation, allowing advanced intelligence to gain weakly acausal powers by bending the rules.
The Acataleptic Clause claims that we are intrinsically unable to understand the Darkness. In many respects this belief parallels the Praxic Creed, which suggests that we should stop worrying about the nature of the Darkness and focus on resisting and defeating it.
Certain positions – often labeled heretical – imply that the Traveler itself triggered the Collapse, or that it knew the Darkness was coming for it and hoped to use the Solar System as a sacrifice or a proxy army. The Binary Star cult is one notable example.
Ghost Fragment: Darkness
V113NNI070XMX001 SECRET HADAL INSTANT
CONTACT CONTACT CONTACT
TRANSIENT. NULLSOURCE. NULLTYPE.
This is a SKYSHOCK ALERT.
Multiple distributed ISR assets report a TRANSIENT NEAR EXTRASOLAR EVENT. Event duration ZERO POINT THREE SECONDS. Event footprint includes sterile neutrino scattering and gravity waves. Omnibus analysis detects deep structure information content (nine sigma) and internal teleonomy.
No hypothesis on event mechanism (FLAG ACAUSAL). Bootstrap simulation suggests event is DIRECTED and INIMICABLE (convergent q-Bayes/Monte Carlo probability approaches 1).
No hypothesis on deep structure encoding (TCC/NP-HARD).
Source blueshift suggests IMMINENT SOLAR ENTRY.
Promote event to SKYSHOCK: OCP: EXTINCTION. Activate VOLUSPA. Activate YUGA. Cauterize public sources to SECURE ISIS and harden for defensive action.
I am invoking CARRHAE WHITE and assuming control of solar defenses.
STOP STOP STOP V113NNI070XMX091
Ghost Fragment: Darkness 2
Dreams of Alpha Lupi
The universe is a beast.
The body is made from tiny stuff, from near-nothings. From atoms swimming through a blood of crackling sparks. Simple, eternal Laws shape the beast. The largest galaxy is ruled by principles of mass and motion. Electrons are slaves to charge and to chance. And this is why the universe feels inexhaustible, eternal.
No sun complains about its death. Life is the problem. Life can be woven from flesh or circuit or thoughtful light. Origins don’t matter. But small, half-smart creatures have a fierce talent for denying the inevitable, for balking and complaining about injustices that don’t exist and consequences that should be borne in silence.
Ghost Fragment: Darkness 3
From the Journals of Toland, the Shattered
I drive myself to the edge of madness trying to explain the truth.
It’s so simple. Elegant like a knife point. It explains – this is not hyperbole, this is the farthest thing from exaggeration – EVERYTHING.
But you lay it out and they stare at you like you’ve just been exhaling dust. Maybe they’re missing some underlying scaffold of truth. Maybe they are all propped on a bed of lies that must be burned away.
Why does anything exist?
No no no no no don’t reach for that word. There’s no ‘reason’. That’s teleology and teleology will stitch your eyelids shut.
Why do we have atoms? Because atomic matter is more stable than the primordial broth. Atoms defeated the broth. That was the first war. There were two ways to be and one of them won. And everything that came next was made of atoms.
Atoms made stars. Stars made galaxies. Worlds simmered down to rock and acid and in those smoking primal seas the first living molecule learned to copy itself. All of this happened by the one law, the blind law, which exists without mind or meaning. It’s the simplest law but it has no worshippers here (out there, though, out there – !)
HOW DO I EXPLAIN IT it’s so simple WHY DON’T YOU SEE
Imagine three great nations under three great queens. The first queen writes a great book of law and her rule is just. The second queen builds a high tower and her people climb it to see the stars. The third queen raises an army and conquers everything.
The future belongs to one of these queens. Her rule is harshest and her people are unhappy. But she rules.
This explains everything, understand? This is why the universe is the way it is, and not some other way. Existence is a game that everything plays, and some strategies are winners: the ability to exist, to shape existence, to remake it so that your descendants – molecules or stars or people or ideas – will flourish, and others will find no ground to grow.
And as the universe ticks on towards the close, the great players will face each other. In the next round there will be three queens and all of them will have armies, and now it will be a battle of swords – until one discovers the cannon, or the plague, or the killing word.
Everything is becoming more ruthless and in the end only the most ruthless will remain (LOOK UP AT THE SKY) and they will hunt the territories of the night and extinguish the first glint of competition before it can even understand what it faces or why it has transgressed. This is the shape of victory: to rule the universe so absolutely that nothing will ever exist except by your consent. This is the queen at the end of time, whose sovereignty is eternal because no other sovereign can defeat it. And there is no reason for it, no more than there was reason for the victory of the atom. It is simply the winning play.
Of course, it might be that there was another country, with other queens, and in this country they sat down together and made one law and one tower and one army to guard their borders. This is the dream of small minds: a gentle place ringed in spears.
But I do not think those spears will hold against the queen of the country of armies. And that is all that will matter in the end.
Ghost Fragment: Darkness 4
This war is all there is for you.
What else do you have? You walk among mortals and immortals, a creature lost in time. Your only purpose is the struggle.
Does it seem unfair? To be brought back into this, the end of days, the long dwindling exhalation of an ancient corpse? You were at peace. Now you are a dead husk charged with war. Do you remember anything of freedom?
Fight on, then. The war IS everything.
But consider the choices before you.
[divider]The Exo Stranger urged us to choose a side. She said that we should choose sides, even if it’s the wrong side. What sides will we have to choose from, the Light or Dark? Who would determine if the side we choose was wrong or not? The Speaker?
We have the option to use cursed weapons like Thorn, which is arguably not a weapon of the Light.
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Ghost Fragment: Thorn
The noble man stood. And the people looked to him. For he was a beacon – hope given form, yet still only a man. And within that truth there was great promise. If one man could stand against the night, then so too could anyone – everyone.
In his strong hand the man held a Rose. And his aura burned bright.
When the man journeyed on, the people remembered. In his wake hope spread. But the man had a secret fear. His thoughts were dark. A sadness crept from the depths of his being. He had been a hero for so long, but pride had led him down sorrow’s road.
Slowly the shadows’ whisper became a voice, a dark call, offering glories enough to make even the brightest Light wander. He knew he was fading, yet he still yearned.
On his last day he sat and watched the sun fall. His final thoughts, pure of mind, if not body, held to a fleeting hope – though they would suffer for the man he would become, the people would remember him as he had been.
And so the noble man hid himself beneath a darkness no flesh should touch, and gave up his mortal self to claim a new birthright. Whether this was choice, or destiny, is a truth known only to fate.
In that cool evening air, as dusk was devoured by night, the noble man ceased to exist. In his place another stood.
Same meat. Same bone. But so very different.
The first and only of his family. The sole forbearer and last descendent of the name Yor.
In his first moments as a new being, he looked down at his Rose and realized for the first time that it held no petals: only the jagged purpose of angry thorns.
Ghost Fragment: Thorn 2
PARTIES: Four . Three  unidentified [u.1, u.2, u.3], One  unconfirmed.
ASSOCIATIONS: Breaklands; Durga; Last Word; Malphur, Shin; North Channel; Palamon; Thorn; Velor; Ward, Jaren; WoS; Yor, Dredgen;
[u.1:0.1] Can I see what you got there?
[u.1:0.2] Yer cannon…can I see it?
[u.2:0.1] I know you?
[u.1:0.3] Not that I can say.
[u.2:0.2] And you wanna hold my piece?
[u.1:0.4] Just that I never…seen one like it.
[u.2:0.3] No, you haven’t.
[u.1:0.5] Looks dangerous.
[u.2:0.4] Seems, maybe, that’s the point.
[u.1:0.6] Suppose so.
[u.1:0.7] Can I see it?
[u.2:0.5] Not likely.
[u.1:0.8] Where’d…where’d you find it?
[u.1:0.9] You hearin’ me?
[u.3:0.1] He asked you question.
[u.2:0.6] Didn’t find it. Made it.
[u.1:1.0] Heh. Helluva touch you got then. You a ‘smith?
[u.2:0.7] I look like a ‘smith?
[u.1:1.1] Looks can be deceiving.
[u.2:0.8] Got that right.
[u.1:1.2] There a problem?
[u.2:0.9] Doesn’t need to be.
[u.1:1.3] Glad we got that cleared up…Now, about that piece.
[u.2:1.0] Been to Luna?
[u.1:1.4] Excuse me?
[u.2:1.1] The Moon. You been?
[u.1:1.5] Nobody’s been.
[u.2:1.2] That a truth?
[u.1:1.6] That’s a fact.
[u.2:1.3] Funny you’d make that distinction.
[u.1:1.7] Truth is you must think you’re some kinda something special. With that attitude. The way you’re just dismissin’ us like you we’re nothing…like we ain’t even here.
[u.1:1.8] Fact is…You ain’t near as rock solid as you figure. Fact is, special’s only special ’til it’s not.
[u.2:1.4] The bones say otherwise.
[u.1:1.9] Speak straight.
[u.2:1.5] You say “nobody.” Bones say otherwise.
[u.1:2.0] What bones?
[u.2:1.6] All of them.
[u.1:2.1] What’re you gettin’ at?
[u.2:1.7] Too many to count.
[u.1:2.2] You trying to get a rile outta us? Was only making conversation.
[u.2:1.8] You really weren’t.
[u.4:0.1] We got a smart one here.
[u.2:1.9] Experienced more than smart. But experience has its advantages.
[u.1:2.3] Experience tell you to lip off to strangers just tryin’ to make talk?
[u.2:2.0] Keep insisting and maybe we will.
[u.2:2.1] Have words.
[u.1:2.5] Ain’t that what we’re doin’?
[u.2:2.2] My conversations tend to be a bit louder.
[u.1:2.6] That a threat.
[u.2:2.3] A truth.
[u.1:2.7] Who the hell you think you are?
[u.2:2.4] According to your facts, “nobody.” Yet, here I sit.
[u.1:2.8] Don’t matter much how pretty yer cannon is. You keep it up, we’ll see just how loud you like to get.
[u.1:2.9] You done talkin’ now? Guess he knows his place, boys.
[u.2:2.5] Ever have a nightmare?
[u.1:3.0] You playin’ games? Or just thick?
[u.2:2.6] I know you have. This world? Can’t help, but.
[u.1:3.1] I don’t have nightmares. I give ’em.
[u.2:2.7] You are a goddamn cliché. The picture perfect bandit.
[u.2:2.8] Hearing your voice – the things you’re saying, the shade of the hard man you pretend to be…
[u.1:3.2] Ain’t no shade.
[u.2:2.8] Sit down.
[u.2:3.0] Sit. Down.
[u.2:3.1] Your mouth just got your friends dead.
[u.2:3.2] This is what happens when you bore me. And right now…
[u.2:3.3] I’m so very bored.
[u.1:3.3] Wha…No listen…
[u.1:3.4] But…but…you’re a…you’re one of them…A Guardian, right?
[u.1:3.5] You’re supposed t’be one’a the good ones.
[u.2:3.5] “Supposed to be?” Maybe I am. Maybe this is what “good” looks like.
[u.2:3.6] Anymore, who can tell?
[u.2:3.7] You wanted to see my prize.
[u.2:3.8] Look at it.
[u.2:3.9] Whimpering won’t stop what comes next.
[u.2:4.1] Look at it.
[u.2:4.2] Open your eyes.
[u.2:4.3] Not many get such a clean view.
[u.2:4.4] The bone…You see it. Jagged, like thorns.
[u.2:4.5] I used to think of it as a rose…
[u.2:4.6] Focusing on its bloom.
[u.2:4.7] But the bloom is just a byproduct of its anger.
[u.2:4.8] You have nightmares?
[u.2:4.9] Ever seen a nightmare? Ever opened your eyes and realized the horror wasn’t a dream? The terror wasn’t gone?
[u.2:5.0] I’ve seen nightmares.
[u.2:5.1] They live in the shadows.
[u.2:5.2] They’ve been watching.
[u.2:5.3] I thought…It’s foolish, I know…but I thought I saw a way.
[u.2:5.4] That maybe we could win. Maybe we could survive.
[u.2:5.5] But once you step into those shadows, it’s so very hard to walk in the Light.
[u.2:5.6] Or…maybe I just wasn’t strong enough.
[u.2:5.8] But I feel strong now.
[u.2:5.9] I stole the dark.
[u.2:6.0] Or, maybe it stole me.
[u.2:6.1] Either way, here we are.
[u.2:6.2] And I’m hungry.
[u.2:6.3] Its hungry.
[u.2:6.4] You have no Light beyond the spark of your pathetic life.
[u.2:6.5] But a spark is something.
[u.2:6.6] Open your eyes.
Necrochasm is another weapon influenced by the Darkness (coming with the expansions). Another interesting weapon that is coming soon is Punk Prayer – read its description. Absolutism is the belief that absolute power should be held with 1 or more rulers (Traveler/Speaker?).
Samizdat was where “individuals reproduced censored publications by hand and passed the documents from reader to reader. This was done to evade imposed censorship, and was fraught with danger as harsh punishments were meted out to people caught possessing or copying censored materials.”
Of course (as with most of this article) it’s just speculation, but maybe in the future we’ll have to make our own decisions about watch path to take? It’s not implausible that some Guardians will want to choose their own destiny.
Could Guardians eventually be choosing which side they want to fight for? It’s fun to think about these ideas and what the future could hold. Destiny’s story is absolutely going to evolve more over time, and it’ll be interesting to see what other mysteries come about, and which will actually be solved.