“The other tales are lies. This is the truth."
“When a world is about to die, its magic drained and its soil rendered lifeless by its inhabitants, it gives out a great cry. That cry flies through the rainbow ocean until it reaches the deathbringer, which men foolishly call the Spelljammer. The Spelljammer is a servant of the Worms, the greatest gods of the death."
“When it receives the call, the Spelljammer flies to the wounded world like a bird responding to the cry of its mate. The Spelljammer keeps the world company through the last of its death throes, through all of its convulsions, until the last being on the planet draws its final breath. While the Spelljammer remains, it draws out all the history of that world, all the songs, all the memories, and it stores this knowledge within itself."
“The Spelljammer is a creature of memory, made of the solidified thoughts of all who passed before. Each planet that dies, each death the Spelljammer witnesses, increases its size one mote, as if a layer of paint were added to its surface."
“When all the worlds of all the spheres have passed from this place, the Spelljammer will have absorbed all knowledge, and it will contain the entire
universe within itself."
“Then, having swallowed all that there is to know, it will explode and the cycle will begin again."
“This is the truth. All else is lies.”
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