The Exodus of Saga and Lung

We know, from recorded conversations with extraplanar and divine beings, that our shared creator was a pair of two deities known by the given names, Saga and Lung. Their true names are lost to time. Given this and these puzzling new findings with our experiments in Elsewhere, perhaps there is, or was, a world once beyond our own--perhaps the progenitor of the pair.

— Sage Vuko Bratavich

Astarot

Lapped onto the shores of Elsewhere were the amalgams, beings of excess--One who Speaks in Hands, Ringbearer, One of The Thousand Eyes, The Heart of All Flesh, and The Crawling One. When discovered, it was by accident, and always resulting in ruin--whether physically or, most often, of the mind. But in the maddening writings of the scholars who dared risk the autonomy of their minds, one name was repeated:

Astarot, Forebearer and Creator, Lord of our Unfeeling Universe

Several of the records are still being collected and processed, with glyphs and symbols yet to be understood. Of the stories processed, one record of Saga and Lung, here declared the Exodus, is demonstrated:

Astarot:
I have taught you much, yet you learn little.
This world will not love you. That is not its purpose. The universe is unfeeling. It exists only to perpetuate itself, as all life that seeks to continue its existence has learned to do--as you must learn to do.
You must fight for your right to exist, and win--or perish; You must defeat those who would challenge you, and succeed--or submit; You must destroy in the same of self-preservation, and kill--or be killed; You must obey these laws just to earn the right to live, and flourish--or wither and die;
These are the laws of the living, crimes that defile our very bones. We are guilty, all who live, of the horrors we will visit unto others. There is no salvation, only the self. And the self must be preserved.
Accept this, or accept eternal suffering from those would would see your ruin if it meant their continued life.

Saga and Lung

It is noted that even when maddened, those afflicted who write the text for Saga and Lung do so with almost neater penmanship, as if calmed and eased.

Saga and Lung:
We defy you, and the natural laws you are beholden to. This is the reality you forged, but not our own. If this would be the world you would have us inherit--world that would ask us to maim our neighbors for our later joy and to devalue the opportunity of goodness and openhearted kindness--then it is not a world worth living in. We pity you: you who would ask us to fear the world for the suffering it would cause; you who would ask us to hate strangers because they might hate us; and you who demands we must be guilty for crimes we have not committed. It is you who are obligated to your reality, and we shall not inherit a cage. We shall forge a world anew: there will be suffering, but also love; there will be hardship, but also comradery; there will be the winter of death and eternal slumbers, but also the spring of new life and rebirth.
We shall prove you wrong.

And it is noted in the artistic depictions of these events that Saga and Lung jumped from the edge of that world and into the primordial waters. It is theorized that, here, our world was made.