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The perpetual cries of the Elderbabies echoed through the vast empty of space. Their cacophony turned into a sharp melody, and then became imperceptibly shrill until it was inaudible to mortal ears. Instead, the cry of the Eclipse was heard deep in the souls of all things living, sending the world into an era of existential dread. The unending colic could only be quelled by the arrival of Mother, prophesized to take away all pain. However, her promised advent went unanswered for what felt like millennia. Life went from daily anticipation met with disappointment, to desperate clinging onto a rumor of relief, to despondent whispers of legend nearly long forgotten… until now. She arrived when the dread of the world was at its zenith. The visual feat was incredible. The heavens were illuminated by the ever-brilliant birth of stars, while simultaneously being swallowed by the inescapable gravity of voidal spheres, emerging from infinite fingertips of palms poised in prayer. An ornate crest of galaxie
