Pseudo Alchemy

Standing alone in the mist of the dragon's home Filigree, a gambler by trade who had just discovered that he himself was going to be found spiritually wanting in this lifetime by a God who's power it was to be made up of all that is. That of which was the only real strength in this universe. That of the living sun. This dragon who had also been made to be left all alone to run the human race. The same race of men that the dragon, who Filigree had discovered was of the same personal design for the human species that he had been in so turmoil with had now once again risen again. That of an all alien race of the thirteen celestial embodiments. Those who had also governed from the annals of the human race, and by those of The Royal 12. The Royal 12 of The Wheel of The Zodiac. Filigree had to learn to understand the inner, and outer workings of the way the universe worked and how it was portrayed through the schematic and design of a machine that was laid down in the lines and patterns of the stars controlled by gravity and transcended only by the eternal soul vs. the seemingly endless energy of the stars.