Once, there was the great pantry, left empty since time immemorial.

Then, there was Ethraksha - our Mother.

Ethraksha, in her boundless love, took it from within herself and used it to created the Moon.

The Moon is a Divine Egg, a maniestation of Ethraksha's glory. The Moon IS Ethraksha.

Ethraksha took the Moon, Herself, and cracked it open.

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Within the Moon were two things: First was Life, the Yolk, in all of it's vibrant resplendence. Second, was the Sea, the White, which surrounded the Yolk and set it's boundaries.

The Yolk and White were placed in the prettiest, most beautiful part of the Great Pantry, where the STARS - other Moons, can be seen no matter what part of the sky you look.

The broken shells from our Moon were left in the sky above the Yolk and the White. These Egg Shells are the nine Lesser Moons.

Day is the opening of the Great Pantry's doors, exposing Arcerra to Sol, the Sun, that it may bask in it's light and it's warmth. Night is when the doors to the Great Pantry are closed and Nuntisol, the Dark Sun, affords the land respite from the harshness of Sol's rays.