ㅤꔺ SCULLION (1/3.)

(Primordial Matriarch): Wellspring awe, Mother. Extinguish the sun’s last vaunt? Merciless but the pains you languidly fend off. With the willing surrender of consciousness into the mirage currents you shepherd. We offer our mortal fears for your schism, and in return, receive the priceless bounty of deep, star-blessed slumber. Thus, we abide in astonishment, O’ Mother. The night is so liturgy and we surrendered sigh a psalm to your pitch dark, breathtaking grace.