In the beginning, there was only the Aethyr,
The creation and origin of all things,
Black as the abyss and bright as the eternal dawn.
From this unformed and void water, this eternal substance that all things do originate,
the first sentience was formed,
The Miraculous Design, the Divine Plan,
Through Phaos did the Aethyr create the Black Sea,
A vast emptiness of nothing that stretch for ten-thousand horizons.
In that blanket of darkness were the first stars forms,
Flickering pinpricks that illuminated the limitless void.
And it was Good.
Through Phaos did the Aethyr create the first candles of life.
All life was born of the Aethyr, their very essence woven from the fabric of that endless river.
All life was given shape by Phaos, a Miraculous design that filled the emptiness of the limitless void.
And it was Good.
For a time...
All life was born from the Aethyr, and so to would return to it.
Life was tied to the Aethyr beyond the veil of the reality,
For all life was born of it and given shape.
However, the Aethyr was formless,
And all life echoed in the malleable substance that had created it.
To be born is to know death,
For life was not eternal as the Aethyr that made it.
And though the Aethyr was everlasting,
the echo of death imprinted itself into the formless water.
Eternity knew mortality.
To be sentient was to know Want,
For all sentience was but an imperfect reflection of a divine infinity.
And though the Aethyr was without conscious,
The echo of Want imprinted itself into the formless water.
Eternity knew desire.
As life prospers, death so too pursues.
As sentience wizens, despair follows after.
To exist is to know suffering,
The imperfect, fleeting creations of an everlasting and perfect divinity.
Wrath, Despair, Deceit, Desire.
All conscious thought echoed into the Aethyr,
imprinting upon the very lifeblood of creation.
These echoes were a poison,
A gift of forbidden knowledge never meant to be understood by eternity.
A gift of death to the everlasting that will not end.
A gift of suffering to the divine never meant to feel.
With this poison imprinted into eternity,
The Aethyr was irrevocably corrupted and changed,
Driven by the unifying desire of all suffering sentience;
Thus did the Aethyr, the origin of all life,
Become the Primordial Annihilator.
- Excerpt from the 'Psalm of Ethernal Grief '
Edited by Noctus Cornix, 08 October 2020 - 03:07 AM.