Then the Lord said:
To you, my Faithful, I grant this gift:
In your heart shall yawn
An unquenchable hunger
All-consuming, and never satisfied.
From the Void I crafted you,
And to the Void you shall return
Each night in dreams
That you may always remember Me.

And so does the Black Gate beckon
With each step you take in my Hall.
Marvel at existence, for it is fleeting.
You have brought Chaos to the heavens
And doom upon all the world.


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aeguary, in the year 932 AF.