TERAKA: THE DIRT MOTHER.

1520 VE

From the primordial nothing, comes inquisitive instinct. Instinct births the gnashing thought. From that gives way to the tapestry that is the eternal spirit, Consciousness. From which creation is born, In all of it's beauty and disgust.   To some, Intentional creation is a glorified facade that masks the destruction needed to produce it, Regardless of all of it's struggles, masterpieces, and glory. It will end in dust. If this were applied as fact... What horrors were necessary for the birth of not just a planet from intelligent design, but an entire reality?   Typically the answer isn't so definite, but unfortunately there is some truth to this misanthropic perspective. since time immemorial, The Four reigned. God-like civilizations that sculpt the material realm like clay. In the aftermath of their influence, brings a reality forever malformed. Perverse creation, Ethereal ecstasy. Infinite Armageddon. Whilst the Four have little interests in mere planets alone, it isn't uncommon for individuals within it to manipulate the cosmic organisms and the stars that reside in them.   Matroth is one of the many planets in this material realm, and one that has been the attention of certain individuals of the Four, and in turn has been influenced by ruinous powers. This world is the third of three moons to Eratoth, Sixth planet of the Twin Pyran Stars, and six of twelve bodies. Matroth has been, blessed, with a miasma of anomalous seed. This seed betrothed by the Dirt mother, and her malformed definition of maternity.   For a time, this world lived in tranquility, until the rise of sentient life. Given the name Provain by their descendants; They were able to establish a reality shattering technocracy across the Celestial sea. Even after the fall, It's name is forever sung in wanderlust: UNATA.   The Provain are dead, the course of their demise now forgotten a million years since it's eclipse. What remains are Entropy-defiant megaliths that soar across mountains, and even stars. From which sprung new life, upon a Sundered Matroth. A world now held together by incalculably old forces, Of reality defying magic and technology. A planet that know glows a demented, pale yellow. It's core now hollow, with floating continents and oceans that lie stale, covered in a green muck; Hiding horrors beyond definition.     Matroth is now a world of the wild. The entities that now live upon her body cannot be described as animal. Far too twisted by Provain science and magic. Roaming buildings now traverse plains that were once dense farmland, forming nomadic cities. Small trees that unfurl out of the ground to pounce upon their prey, sealing their fate. Some beings so obscure and hard to define by the rules of reality, that the closest thing they can be described as, is that of Fae.   There is a word for creation, One that is defined by it's intentional flare. Defined by it's harshness in how brutal, and beautiful the process is. A word for creation made intentionally. It is known as TERAKA, and it means; Destruction.