Era beginning/end
Then the Mother lifted her voice and cheered the Ancients with a song of hope.
After the Archenlord sealed away the fallen Ancients, the faithful saw the destruction that had been wrought upon Matar and they wept bitterly and sang a lament for the creation of the Archenlord. For where gardens once lay, now blistering fields of magma stood. Where majestic mountains once stood, now shattered and flooded quagmires lay. They sang in lament, knowing that the Archenlord would no longer be able to birth his children in Matar because of the wretched place it had become. Then the Mother lifted her voice and cheered the Ancients with a song of hope. Here and there she sang over Matar, and wherever she sang golden rain fell upon the land from Silar, and brought healing therein. The earth mended and then sprouted forth life of every green thing, of plants, and herbs, of flowers and trees it brought forth to the Mother's song. As the ancients saw the Mother's work they joined in her song, and the healing spread. The Father, once more, sang his canticle of creation. He sang over the sea and from it came forth brimming hosts of life, of fish and dolphins and whales and all other creatures that live in the sea. He sang over the air and out of it came the birds and all flying creatures. He sang over the earth and out of it came forth all the creatures of the earth from the tiny ant to the great earth drakes.