…Once there was nothing but Chaos and Void,

Filled with disorder,

With no one knowing what to do,

Or what to be.

But among the First Sparks,

Roared the Great Cat,

Upon which the Chaos knew order,

Leaving the Void torn out into Nothingness.

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Yelled Alkosh, the First Light,

"This one has brought you three Rules:

That the Moons must wax after waning, and wane after waxing;

That a bottle must be empty, if its sugar was stolen;

That when a Secret is spoken, it must be known."

So the Order was made, one kitten after another.

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But when it came to the last,

Who was Lorkhaj, Born of the Void,

To the Great Cat he spoke,

"O kind and just Alkosh, this one does not understand:

Why must a child be grown into an elder, but not the dying be brought back to a kitten,

For such is cruel and unforgiving?

Why must a loaf eaten be a loaf gone, away and never back,

For such is harsh and rigorous?

Why must the phases be same and unchanging,

For such is vapid and ruthless?"

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And Lorkhaj shouted the words loud and sound,

So that all others who had accepted could hear them clear.

In anxiety many flocked to Alkosh's side,

Pleading and appealing,

That He could change the Rules accordingly.

Replied Alkosh, in smile and grin,

"So it shall be.

To you and the Trickster Alkosh gives the alternates:

That you may create from nothing, all as you desire;

That you may give birth to yourself, so that you can be forever young;

That you may speak a secret without losing it, so that everything is forgotten and known."

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In their joy and excitement,

They created and gave birth to many,

All as Lorkhaj's will.

But when they began to fade away,

Dying of their own wish,

Only then had they realized Lorkhaj's trickery.

Wailing and regretting,

They again pleaded to Alkosh,

Who flew across the Lattice and came to the Trickster, rebuking:

"You must be punished, Lorkhaj."

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"But you had allowed this one."

Said Lorkhaj, the Trickster.

"Alkosh did.

He will even grant you three more boons. "

Again did the Great Cat smile and grin,

"For your mockery at limits and finite, He curses you:

That your child must be born and reborn, forever unfree of suffer and pain;

For your scoff of beings and existence, He curses you:

That your realm must be made of Void, of total Nothingness;

For your ignorance against cycles and constancy, He curses you:

That you must walk with the Moons through many phases, waxing and waning all in uncertainty."

And with those words, Alkosh tore his Heart out and hid it far, far away,

So that Lorkhaj's Trickery may never see its body again.

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But in his demise, Lorkhaj ranted and growled:

"His children shall be made vengeful and resentful,

Of undying and unending;

His realm shall be made lightless and bent,

To foreshadow yours' doom;

And when he again dominate the sky,

Ripping the Lattice off,

The Endless Twilight shall be cast upon all!"

And once more, Alkosh smiled and grinned,

Speaking of another secret,

Of ways of triumphs,

And in His wisdom He made it in rhythms and melodies,

So that the Void alone could not hear…