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From the sand She came, and from the sand She created, brandishing the Lamp Whose Light does not illuminate. She came to the lost burrow, and covered in the black light of Her tower like a terrible monolithic beast spreading an ocean of ink whose stars-no-longer-shine, She took the hands of the artist in Hers.


“I am the Last, and from my Ways I will Weave What Must Be. In you I see what must be woven, and with My hands I will weave you. Answer.”


And trembling with ecstasy, he answered.


- ENEE VHARR AKH’YIIRIN -


And She plunged Her cerulean claws into the crimson abyss, and a sea of stars collided with Her inky abyss and drowned them and a sea of stars swept them away and a sea of stars carried them. For two long years, the pregnant sea carried the united twins, and gave birth in hatred, abjection and death.


And the First awoke in Her, and overcome with grief, and overcome with horror, and overcome with terror, and asked:


"What do you hear ?"

She replied.

“The Choir, the Beat, the sperm of the False. The hot wind, the sand, the moaning. The Spider, the way, death.”


"What are you waiting for ?"

She replied.

“Her amethyst shards, contemplating emptiness, life, love and hatred. From her emptiness I will feed, from her life I will needle, from her love I will use and from her hatred I will weave.”


And toward the dying sea She turned, and out of the sea came Flesh, rotten and swollen and stinking and sticky. The sea expired one last time, and She drank her corpse for many decades. In the end, only the Flesh remained.


And the Flesh trembled, like the jolt of a being breathing its last. The Last one straddled him and tenderly touched his cheek, brandishing Her Lamp and Her Pity. Resolute, She chased melancholy from Her heart, and tore bones and flesh. On the Remains of the First, She placed his headdress, and as a last respect, shed the First Tear from which the First Psalm was born, growing like a twisted jaw, sublime and terrifying, stretching towards the Wound.


From the Psalm, the Three Words.

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