History

She is gracious.
We must guard against greed for what is given us is given by her.

Memory is a funny thing. It slips through your mind like a fish through your teeth. It’s slippery and writhing and always thrashing. It soaks your fur, and more often than not, you do not get a chance to sink your teeth into it. You are left with the phantom sensation of it in your grasp, a knowledge that something was there but is gone now. Loss is the only memory that is true. Absence is the purest sensation.

Her mouths are everywhere.
One day, these mouths will open at once. They will come together and swallow us down, and all of us.

I should be dead. I was supposed to be dead. My brother defied her. He should have let me go. She will find us. One day the earth will open and gobble us up, and there will be no peace. She doesn’t give peace to the ones who defy her.

She spares no thought of mercy to those who disobey.
She will open her mouth to receive you, and if you were to go willing into her embrace, you will rest. Should you go into her unwilling, you will suffer the torments for ever.

She will find us.

We are her children.
We of the Resplendent Maw.