A simple existence filled with infinite possibilities.
Those in tune with Lux emanate hope.
Reawakened by the Naturae, shattered souls wander vast wastelands.
Tenebris draws in those accustomed to damnation.
The Naturae work through means indescribable by human minds.
Beacons of rebirth ferry dreams of the past.
Seldom few manage to escape our embrace.
Our grasp is wide, drawing upon every inch of this planet.
Lux and Tenebris exist in weary balance, each susceptible to the other's influence.
We leave beacons to convert any wandering souls left in our wake.
The symmetry of nature is restored with our blessing.
Living souls rarely draw our gaze.
Through wrath and tumult the Naturae prune life's excesses.
The Naturae are firstly custodians, curating the balance of life.
Life's majesty is undeterred by hardship.
Misguided flames are swiftly extinguished.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
We provoke the ground, reclaiming dreams from Aeon’s past.
We shepherd souls through the mulch yard.
Unfulfilled ambitions are the fuel for our conquest.
We facilitate the unification of lost spirits.
Our influence permeates the very depths of Aeon.
A silent watcher, an omen of the end.
Humans are defined by their confinement within the flesh. We are no longer bound.
The remnants of long forgotten sanctuary reforged such that new trauma will form.
Rushing with explosive force, barely contained ire overflows from its gnarled frame.
Vigilant wanderer, mournful witness.
Undisturbed for generations, the timeless thinker waits.
Through the strength of Lux and Tenebris, Aeon will be restored to balance.
A soul who once dreamed of chaos.
The weak must be protected.
A glimmer of endless oblivion, revealed by the sunlight.
Tenebris is the essence of fear.
To the Naturae, there is little difference between the creatures of the world and the soil they tread on.
A territorial hunter, the Gouger bolts through the trees with great speed.
Trials of the past beget future suffering.
A fleeting spark is no less brilliant.
In the deep sediments of Aeon, abandoned treasures await recovery.
A soul who once dreamed of order.
And your very fortresses shall crumble, broken by our boundless ambition.
Lux is the essence of creation.
Where once was life, life soon shall return.
A dream tarnished by unjust means.
Shelter the impending generation.
Born in the toil of a new world, the Eternal Juggernaut exists in a perpetual cycle of renewal.
We honor the dreams of our many souls.
Nothing shall return from beyond this void.
Many powerful souls were assimilated on our journey to Aeon.
Extinguish the dreams of tomorrow.
Yesterday's endings will tomorrow life bring you.
