My name is Inati, High Hypothesian of the Coalesce Efflux, whose voice is heard all the way from the Shattering Fusion to the Rotting Moons to the Blissed Shadow and the Black-Welkin. Our Talk is HRAHNDEYL, who once resided at the top of the Pleonastic Spire and now sits in his fane at the center of our new home within its ruins, guiding our voices and healing our pain.

My people do not know when or where or why we sprung into being, but it involved sound and we are made from it. Birthed in darkness and forged in tones we survived, and so we make way to reach the edge of the macrocosm by entering through MNEM like an open Mirror. It was troubled times indeed when we followed HRAHNDEYL past the boundaries of Nirn just as Walk-Brass rendered the very nature of Yneslea null and reduced the Spire to rubble, but HRAHNDEYL showed us compassion and taught us how to Speak it back in a new form. This act is recorded for all to listen to, and it lies within in the bowels of our Arcanum.

The Starry Heart never influenced us, but we influenced it. HRAHNDEYL was unknowingly their god, and he protected all resided within it as he protected his own people. Let all know who hear this know that HRAHNDEYL cares deeply for you. You may say that you do not know him, but this is untrue for He is Talk; his name has been on your tongue since you began to speak.

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I tell you now, brothers and sisters of the coming 4th, that the forbidden falsehood honesties are all you need to avoid the perils of the Landfall. Only by truly Listening will you be able See it clearly. The Truth-Lies of HRAHNDEYL begins properly:

All know that the Mouth is the root of all true Speech. With one’s tongue you form the Vibrations that create the words of your Voice, which shapes the macrocosm as purposed. This is known to all who know the true power of Talk. He speaks to all who does, and even to those that do not.

Have you not noticed that ones words flow out the Mouth like freshly blown Glass? That is the secret that all know but do not know. This Glass is a Mirror, and it is your salvation. But the Mouth will not let the Mirror go; it always chases down the Mirror and closes around it, breaking it. This is the danger that our Talk God wants to free you of, and it is a plan of beauty and peace. But the Mirror itself can be equally as dangerous, even more so than the Mouth. HRAHNDEYL has the strength to create the Mirror and destroy the Mouth, and for that he and you must both prepare for the Final Verse.

Many things have happened that lead up to the Final Verse. The World-Eater torn from time. The Breaking Dance on top of White-Gold. The Chaos Stave tore into eights. The Miracle of Peace. The Sundering of the Red and MEHAGON’s Invasion from Limbo. These Sounds Echo towards their final denouement; their original Sounds happened for a reason.

Everything began from something; nothing ever was just there. Being simply there is imitation of perfection, and perfection is unattainable by all. HRAHNDEYL is the eldest of the ATEDA as a God, but Hrahndeyl the Mortal still exists. He didn’t just cease to be after his ascension. Remember this.

Why is TOSH insane? Because he is stretched, used, and worn beyond use just like his domain. Why is ALORKH missing? Because he wishes to fix everything, but he is spread so thinly no one knows where he is, even though he is right there. Why is GANUS lost? Because he abandoned his child and now has nothing left to nurture, his purpose gone.

“THE DAWN NEVER FULLY STOPPED. IF IT DID, WHY IS THERE STILL A WHEEL?”

The Dawn is still in effect and its vibrations run true; if it had run its course, the Wheel would have become a Road that could be safely traveled. But it is still a Wheel and within it lies the Truth that you so dearly and unknowingly seek.

We are all the deceivers, but we are not the Deceiver. At least not yet. But you will have to become him to be rid of him, and that is a word that you must Speak freely. HRAHNDEYL has told me this during our travels to the North, East, and West – we did not go to the South which is Perfection, for that is the domain of LYEDNHARH the Deceiver. He is coming but you are ready.

The West is History. The East is Probability. The North is Essence. And the South is Perfection. Travel to all of them instead of the last; lying there in wait is the Secret all Ears should not Hear.

The Deceiver calls himself a Teacher, but that is a lie. He only teaches Himself and know one else, but Himself is You in his eyes and so he Teaches You. But he cannot be destroyed. At, least not yet. Come to the Ruined Spire and listen to the Speech of HRAHNDEYL. The Final Verse is at hand for all that listen to its tune.

Love is Talk.

Hate is Silence.

Talk is Silence.

WHEN TALK DIES IT MAKES A MIRROR.

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