At the beginning of the worlds were five.
Fire. Water. Earth. Air. And Light.
Darkness turned into day, the void took form.
Hidden away, by virtue of its own self-awareness, was the sixth.
Containing within it the five which birthed it, Flesh.
Meat, with the desire to consume like Fire.
Blood, liquid nutrient, that ocean which casts pearls of life upon the shores of existance.
Bone, branch and stone of the body, giving shape and structure.
Breath, child of air, bestowing movement; the stirring of spirit.
And last, the Light of flesh, the illumination of soul--perception, thought, memory, imagination.
This is the chant you hear when you, in Shivering Isles,