Ylias, they called it, sensing the universal being within its luminescence. Enraptured with hope the lords all put their wars aside and huddled over the New Light with nervous care. Haleon’s daughters, born from his love for Arriana, came to the spirit embryo and sang sweet songs, and as they sang the parent brood whispered words for them to sing, recalling Beulah and the blessed state they lost.

But Beulah was emptied, and those memories soon faded as they recalled the waves of Udan Adan in their departure. Then the words turned to words of death and horror and the profane thoughts of the Worm who showed them in the dreamless dark a cosmos of homogenous non-entity, the erasure of souls and thought and the painting of emptiness over the minds of all life.

The horror of their words infected the fetal heart and the little thing grew anxious, so they whispered the joy of the individual to the daughters of Haleon, and when the embryo was left alone a schism formed in fear of non-entity and its joy was ruined. War rang loud within the Ylias and the lords feared it would die, so Haleon lured the dissident voice away with forms for it to wear.

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But they had hoped to commune with their former selves, and were shocked in horror at the coldness of their forms forged in the lonesome ruin of Zar Zafaran where natural beauty was set far away from the eyes of the living. Haleon lured them to the deep valleys and desolate crags of Zar Zafaran, and they hid within its shadows while contemplating the mournful words that shaped their infant thoughts.

Zar Zafaran, you were precious. Where are your waterfalls that roared for miles? Gone are your lagoons and forested hills, bare are your slopes that once shimmered under rosey clouds. Steam vents where prismatic fish once swam, and the spawn of spiders now weave webs wantonly for there is no food. The songs of sparrows gave way to the shrieking of winged and eyeless worms that feast on dust.

And Topar, driven to distraction by her grief, made herself fond of grotesquerie to conquer the disease spreading like a cloud over Ulro. War mangled limb and sickened blood of parents cruel, who in their escapist lust did spread uneven seed, and the horrors that sprang forth from savagery and incest and hurried emanation flocked to her and bathed in the Sea of Decay. Topar held her heavenly form for spite.