A shadow walks. A myth reverberates, an echo through memory. The progeny of man shall inherit light, only from darkness.
When the stars went out, he spoke to the Babbayashula. He was known once to the Dwarfs. Spring and Fall were his ally. Blessed of Persophone and Orpheus in Transient court.
He walked in fire, through the ashes of the second age. A madhouse of lords became his library.