"So, in his second breath,
The Divine created the Water.
This was the breath of joy.
The Water was as playful as the Air,
Joyful and pliant, yielding and ductile.
It was a perfect match.
And the Divine united them.
The Air and the Water melded together.
And with them, the Divine imagined new forms, new shapes.
Dancing fog and singing drops.
Breathing ice and dribbling wind.
But they were uncontrolled.
And without adherence
They were too playful.
The firmament lacked fidelity."
Tied to Meirothea the Second Redeemer.
[Pilgrims] “Joy is not escape. It is the choice to move forward.”
[Founders] “These threads resonate with the ancient waters, ebb and flow with the grace of the ages.”