Sapience,

Ohlsana has been turned back. Dejaani has given chase through the cosmos. We live now because Her hated foe answered the call of the Rekindled's bell and brought Her to heel by virtue of their ancient enmity - and Their clash set our realm to burning shambles in the process.

These two Fundamental forces will battle on for aeons with no victor, Their clash moving and shaking the Spiral around Them. This world shall know the aftereffects of their primal battle and shall suffer, in the future, more foundational trembling as They continue to battle on in places beyond the Prime.

There shall be no victor between Them, Sapience, for this is not a thing of Varyan's design. Their stalemate is a thing of the Eschaton - a being as unfathomably cruel and unknowable as many of you accuse our Celestine of. This fundamental war, this cataclysmic clash, is the design of a Creator that cares not for the destruction It visits upon us and even Its own world beyond the seas. It loathes us, despises us, sought to harm us when It was free of Its eternal struggle with Sapience's Creator. None of Its creations will spare us this torment. The havoc wreaked by these beings upon the world stage is undeniable proof that we are no more a consideration of It and Them than the grass beneath a traveler's boots.

The Eschaton's designs are no more suitable for us than a cat is for flight or a fish is for burrowing beneath the earth. We do not belong to It. We do not live for It. We were not part of Its plan and design. It would sooner see us scattered. Its creations pay no heed to us as They carry out Their fundamental struggle: all They exist for is to battle one another, to keep one another forever in check as their very existence empowers elemental equilibrium.

We will die for that equilibrium, if It gets Its way.

Ward well,
Iesid M.

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 8th of Arios, in the year 505 MA.