The Commentaries

The Commentaries

( (This book is a part of Abyss Mystics' classical literature)

When faced with the unavoidable dread of existence, we ask ourselves “why?” Why do we exist? Why does the world works the way it does? Why does gravel always fall while stone and dirt levitate in the air? Why do the undead burn in the sunlight? We need answers, we want them, we desire, we crave for them, yet… none seem to appear. So we turn our gaze to the stars above and to the Abyss below. We pray for eyes and call upon the powers far beyond our understanding.

And sometimes they answer.

Thus, the prophets, madmen and artists are born. They walk among the innocent, but their gaze is tainted by something that none seem to comprehend. I was one of them once, but I died. I remember falling, and the Voice, I will never forget that Voice! I prayed for eyes, but when I finally received them, I prayed only for death. But my request was denied, and I found myself among the moonlit hills once again. Everything seemed so familiar, and yet so alien. I looked at my reflection, deep in the still black water, and suddenly I realized that I remember. My old home is like an eerie vision of some distant past, a dream that refuses to fade away. There is no way back, this wisdom I recall clearly. I was spared because of the purpose that I have chosen for myself: to gather and preserve the insights of artists, madmen and prophets. To advice the rulers and guide them on the path of wisdom. And finally, to find the truth behind the Great Mystery.

Gather once more my disciples, and hear the words:

There are no gods who do not represent one of the four primordial archetypes. They are the ideas and forms given power by their shared existence. But there is only one who exists outside of it. Only one who is timeless and truly eternal. He is the source of human intellect, he is the divine spark pulsing through our minds. I call him the One Below, but he exists both in the deepest void and in the darkness above. He is the cold order that unites civilizations, he is the creative fire that shines in the eyes of genius. We know him by his many aspects: Kirosha, Edenis, Falkmar… but in truth, they are only parts of the greater primal principle. The remaining three archetypes are his instruments, the tools of the divine. We call them energy, space and matter. Everything that isn’t from the realm of mind, is derived from them. They have many names: deaf moons, blind fish, faceless foxes, laws of nature… but none of them should be worshiped by the enlightened minds.

Keep this knowledge, but do not share it with those you deem unworthy. Seek the mysteries of this world and when the Deep Sea rises again, you shall breath in the darkness.

The ending of the words is AROM-MYIORF-LIRUA