We wandered under the fullbright sky with beastmen who gazed high upon it, together we had a glimpse at every possible thought, knowledge without end.
Spent quiet centuries enlightening the beastfolk, then loud ones hiding deep in the underworld in exile.
The hope to become all-knowing has faded. The fullbright sky was lost, taken by the Chimera. The mother of monsters was locked away, imprisoned within the moon, made by our own kin.
Now, our Elders sail to the moon, while we stay behind and wait. The Eclipse shall bring upon the rule of monsters from below.
The starry night sky remains, shining the Allfate upon the living.