To the little one who pens Our name.

We offer you Our agreement. The senseless slaughters of war and strife
must desist - those of tainted origins must realize that their very
existence is harmful, a weakness beget - woefully - by Our own kind,
when twelve decided their opinions superceded the whole and selfishly
underwent a most terrible and horrific transformation. To Our knowledge
only two others were forced to suffer this indignity, and they, as well,
are in a similar situation - Their continued freedom is an affront to
the very gift that Dynara gave to Our siblings and cousins - and that
some of Our origins chose to share with you all, and so birthed you.

Each of you selflessly squanders your existence, your life, with these
petty struggles - to the east, a city beget by the Almighty Soulless
festers, rife with its own infestation, a putrid infection upon that
which the Mother of All left to Her children - the Elder Gods.

To the north lie barbarians, far too concerned with their own selfish
ambitions and held in thrall by the whimsical and flighty manifestations
of the Sixth Circle - fae, spiritual essence left behind by the Mother
Dynara given shape by Our cousins. They cooed and fawned over them like
children, and you treat them as if they were gods in their own right.

To the south, more barbarians - worse still, for the ones to the north
hold at least the noble ambition of healing the world of the sins of the
Primal Children, Our eldest of cousins, those that were beget by Dynara
alone - barren of the Gift of the Son, the light which flourishes and
glows brightly from Our breast, a small flicker of which beats within
your own. There, in the Glomdoring, lies an infestation as terrible as
the taint, with the singleness and uncouth - nae, barbaric - simplicity
of those who wallow in mud and whisper to plants. Even worse still, they
harbour one of those cursed by the Touch of the Almighty, the
Abomination of the First Born of Dynara - a goddess as terrible and
poisonous as the infectious toxins that pulse in the veins of the rest
of her treacherous kin.

It is in the forests and the east that you find those willing to torture
children, to rebuke love and compassion, protection, wisdom, fairness -
the virtues that any decent soul should value.

It saddens Us when We see the necessity that drives Our devout and those
beneath Our grace to the battlefield, for it is the acts of treachery
beget by the ignorant or poisonous, infectious nature of the rest of the
Basin of Life.

We hope for the day that all of mortaldom realizes the error of their
ways and unite to put those tormented souls out of their misery, and
then to return to that which is true and pure - the righteous morals
that once guided the Elder Gods, most especially the fair and just
patronage of the First Circle. The greatest of which have manifested
themselves within the Holy Supernals of Blessed Celestia, which lies
beneath Our most glorious and benevolent protection.

Have heart, those of you who cry out for justice and fairness - for the
Light has not forgotten you, nor have We.

The Lord Exalted
First of the Hamadhi
Last of the First Circle

Penned by My hand on the 6th of Vestian, in the year 250 CE.