In the days that have passed since the Challenge of Harmony, I have been troubled by a repeated vision. As this is the month in which I must instruct the Charites to open the Challenge of Beauty, I am certain that this vision I have received is a timely one. I warn you to heed these words that have been sent to me - to consider them carefully, and keep them in your thoughts as you work on your beauteous creations.

For though my vision was of an infinite nothing, within that nothingness were the following words:

Devoid of sense, beyond all understanding,
this land of nothingness that holds so much;
cold are the too-harsh winds across this landing,
and yet their rippling force one cannot touch.
Go past this threshold at your own great peril,
for few things in this world can so withstand
this emptiness that holds the lost and feral,
and shatters all your thoughts to grains of sand.
The Void is the demesne of all Destruction,
antithesis of sweet Dynara's light;
beware those who would yearn for its instruction,
beware those who would claim to wield its might.
Great madness shall embrace the paranoid
foolish enough to gaze upon the Void.


Penned by My hand on the 4th of Tzarin, in the year 494 CE.