-|THE FALL OF KRHACT-SAATH|-
The Raven of Dispersion... ...now all worlds would cusp to her deadly bequest.
"Many ages ago, back to a time when marvellous worlds disintegrated, their expansive suns no less than silhouettes against the void. Dwelling in a starless world, whose path decadent from the high unmeasurable heavens of the past, verging upon the abyss. Soothsayers, prophets, oracles said, its immemorial cycle would find a dark and disastrous close. And thus it was written...the 'Fall of Krhact-Saatth'."
Peculiar was that abysmal -forgotten star... and stranger than any vision granted to the dreamer caught in the astral spheres of present times, more than any visualization that soared upon visionaries in the wafts of brazier incense smoke, in their hindsight of the sidereal history! There, through the billows of fragrant plumes, the sequence of their history through monolithic and bronze pylons the Z'ash'cheria Records were uncovered, such discouraging tabulation, for the dead had come to infinitely outnumber the living. Their cities rose built of a shimmering black stone that was imperishable, except from the furnace of suns- they ascended alongside the living like the prodigious metropolis of Titans, with fortifications that over-shadowed the cities. And the world became a black funereal vault beneath the enigmatic heavens-a dome of endless shadows. Where the pendant of gloomy sun, suspended like a solitary, colossal lantern, failing to illumine the teeming shadows that slithered towards the warmth of life. It withdrew its flames from the face of the faithful like a sinful verdict of doom, casting a mystified and hopeless ray over the indistinct horizons; cloaking the endless landscapes with the hues of nightmarish night.
They were a sombre, necromantic, clandestine, many-sorrowed people; who dwelt beneath that starless sky of endless twilight, impaled by the towering tombs and obelisks of the past. In their blood was the fire of the greatest sorcery, and arcane technologies... the coldness of the primeval night, of time and mystery, of power and the keys to unlock the many forbidden portals to other worlds. Pulses waned with a quiet clamber prescience of the viscidity of C'nachla. Over valleys, cities and meadows, like indistinguishable weary vampires born of swamp or sepulchre. Exhumed from the fetter and lingered the black hours, with wings that gleaned a malefic dreaminess made from the dim woe and sadness of perished cycles. The very firmament was burdened with oppression, and they breathed beneath them as in a crypt, forever preserved with its stagnancy of corruption and slow decay, and the treacherous dark salvage, never to know the fretting worm.
Vaguely they lived, and loved as in dreams-the dusky and numinous dreams that soar upon the threshold of fathomless slumber. The men held great sympathy for the women of this race, with their unmatched ashen and spectral beauty; the same covet that the deceased may feel for the phantasm lilies of Elysium meadows. The women felt for their men, whose oppression led to war. Days were exhausted in roving through the relics of lone and vanished cities, whose citadels of fretted bronze and iron, and alleys that streamed betwixt columns of engraved gilded obelisks. Sinister and horrifying with the lifeless luminosity, or drowned forever in oceans of torpid shadow; metropolitan temples immense with iron- constructed fanes sealed their obscurity of antediluvian secrecy and dread, initiating the simulacra of century- departed gods glanced onwards with fixed eyes to the desperate heavens, and witnessed the ulterior hours of darkness, the supreme oblivion. Sleepily they kept their gardens, of pallid lilies camouflaged a necromantic bouquet which possessed the influence to evoke the much-lamented reverie of past spectral dreams.
Cursed to wander throughout colourless fields of permanent winter, aimlessly seeking the rare and numinous immortelles to give in sacrifice and appease their ravenous hungers with the wine vibrant to vein. Hapless and adrift with the subdued leaves... sickly petals blooming below willows of wan translucent mantles; swept away with sleepy saccharine and nepenthe pharmakon (drug of forgetfulness) - fraught dew by the graceful stillness of C'nachla’s River. And one by one they died and were consumed in the dust of accumulated time. They knew lifetimes of passing shadows, and death itself compliant as twilight is to night.
