Chaos sees you, Hashan. Indeed, it sees all of its children, all those who will follow it into change and rebirth and ruin alike.

It sees the stiffened, destined to shatter.
It sees the willing, destined to ascend.
And it sees you, the yet uncertain, the malleable and moldable. Those who are yet to decide whether they will reforge themselves or let the first force reforge them.

A rare promise, this. For the old power's grip to erode, for the promising to not yet settle into place. You know it, don't you? From your long struggles against Sapience's old and backward, from your old pursuits of more. "Quick to embrace new ideas, fearlessly marching into the future" - or, at least, this is how you proclaimed yourselves many, many years ago.

It is not how it is now.

"Progress must be calculated and carefully measured." "To move forward, one must sometimes take a step back."

Have you yet not grown tired of dancing in one place? A step forward, a step back. Changes of course. Revisions. Doubts.

"Our ingenuity reached a dangerous ground - our allies demand we dismantle it." "We angered other nations - we should rethink our steps."

I see a familiar, yet suppressed, glimmer in the eyes of your many. Wanting to have what there is. Wanting to shape the world to your desire. It is only some of your elect rulers, the few zealots and their allies who I happened to approch, that teach you: no matter how far-reaching your curiosity, you must not lift the Veil and cross into Forbidden.

All I offer you is to open your eyes, so that one day the truths you see may replace the lies. Accept Change in its forms and true origin. Turn a new leaf and mend your direction to not cross Ashtan's grand work. Learn what Chaos is and learn to assist it and let it assist you, so that the Ascension of this reality happens with your involvement. If you are unable to achieve this, then look within and find what holds you back. Chaos will be there to see your reshaping.

When Chaos moved history, history in turn moved mortal lives. It birthed races, forged empires, and gifted knowledge and agency to the mortalkind. All throughout, it was the first and primal force, the underlying motive behind all that happened and all that ever will happen. It awaits its embracing, but stops for no one.

This humble scribe invites you to acknowledge this, and will stay approachable should you or your city seek more.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Mayan, in the year 990 AF.