"Ring out bells, day and night, sing to those laid low by fright!
Hear His music, truth it yields, calls our farmers to the fields."

In the beginning, there was Strength, but as Chaos invaded Creation, as that which was became that which could be, so too was there a crossroads, a choice to be made. No longer could Strength be found, be possessed; it was that which we might exercise, no more and no less.

Chaos is the choice, and Good is the weakness introduced by that choice. Strength represents Creation as it was intended to be, always: even Ayar chose to divide Himself, to pit Himself against Himself. He chose to pursue the path of Strength, to experience all of life that made it worth living. In so doing, He became an avatar for greatness, the anticipation of the Malevolent One created not by His hand but by the choice to give up all that we are to become more than we were.

Mhaldor will not welcome you with torches; our heat lies within. The light by which we see is thrown from Truth, and it casts no shadow upon the walls. The crossroads we all confront, shrouded in stygian uncertainty, promises the path to Strength, but it is a path that all must choose to walk, and the lessons it teaches us are as old as the foundations of the earth. That does not mean you walk the path alone, for indeed, should you choose to undertake the journey, know that even now the bells of His chapel peal into the darkness, their dulcet tones guiding the faithful to His altar. Heed well His calling, for ultimately, every heart vibrates to the resounding notes His instruments inspire.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Phaestian, in the year 656 AF.