The Dreams

[Sh'ozak Ma'hk'null]

Divine Boredom.

They contemplate the things they've learned, swimming across the stars.

The endless combat bored us. Moon's worths of metal thrown at us by Cursebearers, by Flat-shells, by Cowardly ones, by Fanged Ones, as if shells without skill will prove more than an annoyance.

So we sought entertainment, and at long last we found one. A Greymind born of the destructive nature of darkness. They've bled at the hands of their own kind, and have learned many of the wisdoms we've dedicated entire cycles to. They will prove to be interesting at all times. Not as an ally, for certain. They would never accept an ally, but an equal... perhaps. They have a place at our side when we bring about the great light. A great vengeance will not grant them peace, their superiority will not grant them satisfaction, but they have given us both perspective and entertainment, and we know when our debts are due.

Another one.

Within cold waters, another found us. Dark, as they are, yet so completely blind. We seek to entertain ourselves with them, and have marked them. Since they bear our mark, perhaps we shall whisper to them, and entertain ourselves with their blindness. The blind are easy to lead, after all. We gave them an animal, as they wished to steal from us, perceiving our shell as something akin to them. We shall soon see what they have done with that animal.

Another one.

We found the Corruptor above all Corruptors. They have fallen into the Schemer's webs, binding themselves to their design willingly. A comedy of stars, truly, and we have been well entertained by them at every turn. They've been coerced into disturbing the Graves, and have earned the wrath of the Gravekeepers. They seek to hide, to combat, many things. They scatter around in panic, hiding within the pacification of the Cradle. We are unsure of the Schemer's intent, disturbing the Graves. They told us of "Mistakes" hidden within, and of havoc those mistakes could unleash. We have seen other graves, far, far outside these oceans. We have let those that hunted us after the collapse stumble upon them and meet horrible fates. We know that there resides an Archive of Dead Seas in an ocean so distant that only the Great Gateways left behind could ferry us to them.

Yet the Schemer persists. What they seek is unknown, yet the fact that they seek it is an empyrean absurdity, and we shall watch it to sheer our boredom. We predict that the Greymind will not fall prey to these ambitions. Darkness tells a tale of "Pandora's Box", he must surely know the wisdom of it. Darklings, however, will forever be beyond prediction. He may, indeed, be netted in the trap wherein the Corrupting one has been caught.

Another one.

We have clarified the nature of Darkness to one of the Corruptors. We know not what they shall do, having this knowledge, but perhaps it shall interest us as these others have. They seek peace which they can never have so long as Darkness persists. They themselves are counter to their goals. Will they understand the purity of our duty, of the cleansing of Darkness? Perhaps they shall purge themselves. We shall watch them as we watch the others.

Entertainment sought. Entertainment found.