God, the great shamir who came from tehom, forged tunnels in the stone as They wandered the depths where the Citadel resides. It was within these tunnels that life managed to flourish in Their wake. The Rabbis, whose duty it was to interpret and uphold God’s wishes, knew that God had been constantly committed to motion, returning to and emerging out from the Boundless. The Rabbis also knew that the tunnels which led to the Deep were not to be touched – those were God’s alone and not to be meddled with. These special tunnels were called shittim, but colloquially referred to as wells, just as the tehom about them was simply referred to as an ocean. Each shittah was covered and people tried not to think of them. After all, how can one go about their life while facing the existence of something they could never hope to understand? There are some who ignore, and some who are obsessed. All are impacted.

The Meonen and their apprentice alone wondered about the Abyss in the wells, and willingly went to Moors to observe the waters of the Deep. But it wasn’t them who removed the rocks from the wells, who pushed shades immersed in will and nothing else out of them. It was the bitter sweetness, the entity that had taken over the Mote. It called itself God.