Urt, driven to beyond the fores of perception, bore other children who would claim their small stake in the blanketing void. Among these was infinetismal Vindemiatrix, who dreams only of the true change. A spark of the father, a figment of his celestial span, he waits and watches for those who dare to reweave the tapestry.

He will refine them, whether they think their mission is to create or destroy, they will be driven to realize the dream in the darkness and to make it real: to blight the unforgiving father, that Sar may see what he has forgotten, and learn regret... and fear.

--by Scott Le Mien?