[Kiha]

 
What is death to a Primal?
 
I have asked myself so many times, how is it my miracles have taken from the sick their illness? How did Shaggard bless warriors the same as mineself, and the priest-smiths of my halls churn out works of prayer wrought in metal and cast in shagreen grip? But now I know. Primals, Constants... they don't die. Not like a mortal does, no, they're still there.
 
I hear his whispers. The love he had for creation. The reverence he possessed for life. I weep now, as divinity courses through me, burning. Pseudo-apotheosis is not my desire. I will not become more than a mortal. Oh, my dear boys. My dearest girl. In the coming months upon the tome recovered my pages will manifest my story.
That invitation premature, but so tempting.
 
I hope you all know how dearly I love you. From one came ten, but it needn't remain that the Will that split cannot express itself once more.

I am so very, very proud of you all.

May the eleventh that comes guide you with His wisdom.