Part 1: The Formlessness
1. From the formlessness Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ separated all things.
Void and matter became two; chaos and cosmos came to be.
From the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ we learned division; all thought became axiom,
And all axiom became to be from the great formlessness.
Timelessness became time, breath became water.
Ignorance became understanding, and thought became flesh.
All divisions of formlessness we owe to Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ.
The heavens came to be of the division, separated accordingly:
The order was separated from decay
10. Time was separated from the timeless
Peace was separated from discord
And the light was separated from the dark,
As the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ stretched its eyes across the skies,
And bound all to its dichotomy therein.
As all became bound to the eyes of the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ,
Eyes upon all seen and unseen,
Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ allowed this to exist; for despite this dichotomy,
The dichotomy was bred with conflict, as those who of these undivided dimensions
Warmed to the Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ, which breathed the truth
20. Of dichotomy and division; the light and breath of the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ,
Who bound all to its dichotomy therein.
Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ carried the Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ through the heavens,
And tore asunder the formlessness, creating form.
From this was bred the First Conflict;
The determining conflict borne from the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ that created all things.
The First Conflict; borne of the Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ,
Created truth from truth. Timelessness, order, light and peace was all that existed;
Ignorant onto itself, as such could not be understood without its opposite.
The Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ was this; the first understanding of its opposites,
30. The breath drew all ignorance to the non-division.
It was here that Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ uttered onto formlessness Hɪs first words;
"Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ ᴇɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs;
Oʀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ - Tɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀ,
Lɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Pᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛᴇᴅ;
Sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜs ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ
Wɪᴛʜ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜs ʙᴏᴛʜ ʙᴇɴᴇᴠᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʟᴇᴠᴏʟᴇɴᴛ."
And thus order was borne of chaos, and chaos was borne of order,
And the First Conflict was made known onto itself,
Long before the first suns,
40. And so was the cycle created; Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ birthed onto itself
Tʜᴇ Uɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʟ Fɪʀᴇ, The bound dichotomy made itself be,
Forever known as the Oᴜʀᴏʙᴏʀᴏs - the cycle of divison.
Part 2: The Domain of the Great Divider
As it came to be, the great division of all
Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ resided in Hɪs own domain;
Beyond all that is seen and unseen, beyond the named and unamable
A kingdom of all transcended division, beyond that of the timelessness
And the time of the lower domains, and the formlessness and the form of all order;
Beyond order and chaos; a domain that reigns in the eternal unknown.
From this domain the Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ dawned; the forgiving and unforgiving sun
50. That brings both conflict and resolution, forever vying to achieve victory over the other;
Such is forbidden by the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ; as his design, both marred and perfect
Is forbidden to resolve. From Hɪs domain does all things strive to unmake itself;
To divide itself to see itself known in the eyes of the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ
And thus no matter nor thought can attain the resolution of this division
Without dividing itself. From this domain comes the unfathomable,
The motion of which the Tʜᴇ Uɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʟ Fɪʀᴇ is fuelled.
The Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ shone its truth onto all; division attained
So that motion can exist. Yet, the Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ was the marring
Of ignorance that the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ sought to break; ignorance bred truth
60. Yet truth bred ignorance, and truth bred disbelief
Unfit of the Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ and the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ. Thus Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ enacted
Terrible vengeance upon this disbelief, overshadowing it from beyond the heavens
And breathed earth-shattering flame upon its skin, Hɪs voice soaring beyond matter;
"Tʜᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀs sʜᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇᴛɪᴄs;
Cᴀsᴛ ᴀsɪᴅᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴀsɪᴅᴇ Mᴇ;
Sᴀꜰᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪs ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ,
Fᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴅᴏᴍᴀɪɴs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Lɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ sᴛᴇᴀᴅꜰᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀꜰᴇɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsᴇ.
Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟɪɢᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛꜰᴜʟ, ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ;
I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀs ᴏꜰ sᴀɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴜɴᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ Nᴇᴍᴇsɪs;
70. ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Nᴇᴍᴇsɪs, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍʟᴇss sᴋɪᴇs."
Thus Nᴇᴍᴇsɪs was cast upon the disbelief, and doubt was scattered to formless skies.
The domain of disbelief was then remoulded and cast strong;
The Followers were thus made, and the Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ named it Hɪs own.