Greetings, novitiate, and now first a reassurance: Rederon Sethran was once like you. asleep. unwise. protonymic. We mortals leave the dreaming-sleeve of birth the same, unmantled save for the symbiosis with our mothers, thus rapprochement, until eyes leave our hearths without need or fear that she remains behind. In this moment we destroy her forever and enter the demesne of Lord Dagon. Reader, this book is your door to that demesne, and through you br a destroyer you must still submit to locks. Lord Dagon would only have those clever enough to pause all else Aurbis claims in their fool running. Walk first. Heed. The impatience you feel is your first slave to behead. Enter as Lord Dagon has written: come slow and bring four keys. Know that then you are royalty, a new breed of destroyer whose garden shall flood with flowers known and unknown. As it was in the Mythic Dawn.Thus shall you return to your first primal different. It shall this time be neonymbiosis. Master akin to Master, whose mother is miasma.