The Ur-Ghudan slept, before the Sundering. They dreamed, bound together by incomprehensible elemental forces. These dreams burned, smoldering madly in the vast, lurking space behind worlds.
In this darkness, the Elder Shaedia, many nameless creatures lurked, eternally hungry, subsiding only on the nothingness that dwelt there. Only the furious radiance of the Ur-Ghudan's dreamings kept these aberrations away from the dreamers.
Eventually, the thunderous fury of those dreams grew eager, restless. Radiant power crackled within them.
When those dreams ignited, a cacaphonous fire burst into being. That fire sang and screamed, purity and furious Truths shining against the shifting darkness that the Ur-Ghudan slept within.
They Sundered then. Their terrible and beautiful unity shattered. The Ur-Ghudan burst from the dark void, aflame with that elemental fire that burned with the terrible wonder of their dreams. They hurled forth as brilliant and baneful stars, bursting with the terrible radiance that created all things.
They danced as they went, heralding beautiful, awesome madness.
From darkness, Light.
From silence, Song.
Their Unfurling birthed concepts and desire, time and space. Realities unfathomable shattered and boiled, broke and were made anew.
Alight with the passing embers of the Ur-Ghudan, space and time took on a thousand thousand forms within a thousand thousand dreaming realms. Alien realities ignited from the terrible wrath of their scarcest thoughts. They left uncanny dimensions and sideward planes in their uncaring wake.
This became the Myriad, the many and the one. It is an infinity reflecting upon infinities, shining crystalline worlds captured by savage, wrathful stars.
Behind the Myriad looms the gloaming darkness, the Elder Shaedia. Within the Shaedia is only Nothingness and the misbegotten creatures left by the Sundering of the Ur-Ghudan. These miscreations came into being from the scarcest embers of the Dreaming Flame, which some name Ariis. They took shape from its power, yet remained within the sable emptiness.
They ever seek the warmth and power that burns within the Myriad. They entice and seduce the inhabitants of those worlds.
These nameless, souless monstrosities await within the sibilant shadows behind worlds.
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