The Murky Depths of Fate

A Magic Eight Ball.

Steeped in darkness, answers float like secrets, trapped, away from the prying eyes of men who dare to rip them from their sacred place of rest. In a chasm of unknown, a thousand possibilities lie untouched. Fate, luck, destiny, secured and condensed. The future history of man, the delicate balance of time and space, what is and could be, locked in an empty cave of wondrous probability.
Defiant of all law and sense and reason, a thick black swirl of worldly evidence suffocates the complicated knowledge vying for escape. Reaching towards a nameless light, they lie in wait for some Pandora searching for discovery to uncover these patient truths, stirring them to reveal their true potential. Peace, love, war, hate, destruction and creation all shaken in a wild frenzy as the bleak and unassuming darkness parts and the contents surge towards a blinding shaft of sunlight to reveal to eyes alight with curiosity:
“Ask again later”