Prelude

there was something. One thing. Then, the something began to stir. It stirred for time untold until it understood: I AM.

It continued to stir, to think and think and think, and in an effort to save its own mind from madness: it cut off pieces of itself. Each piece some heavenly attribute of itself dark and bright, unknowable to us. Those pieces began to pair up, and in pairs and only in pairs they were commanded to create. Never alone.

They made things beyond space and time. They made dimensions built of

rules that would break our weak feeble minds, incomprehensible.

Remember child, the mind is weak.

That could even be said of those attributes of the heavenly being… for one did disobey, and it created, alone, from a part of itself: a wrought celestial worm. And the worm hated.

The worm knew it was made incomplete, insufficient among the other creations and so in a fit of rage it began to tear itself apart and with two pieces torn from its body, this place was born, and a dark world.

What you see…? What you hear and feel around you, is an error of an error. Loathing, of loathing.

But do not cry, for lo and behold we are still pieces of the divine - made from that which comes from the one all the way up above, the one who stirs.

There is only one option, my dear child.

We must unite in the dark. We must amalgam in the here after to take back what place is rightfully ours. We must eat. Eat, and eat, eat, eat! We

could go so far - divine sparks bound together - perhaps we could even eat the one who stirs our stars.

Will you give up your face and eat with me, my child?