The Stone That Sings
[...] when the sky bled fire and the deep earth shuddered, the Silence ended. From the wounds of the world, a sound emerged, not of voice or drum, but of a thousand unseen wings. It was the Great Hum, the Song of the Unmade, the trembling in the bones of God.
Those who heard it, the first prophets of the First Age, felt their skin crawl, their minds unravel. Yet, in the unraveling, they saw patterns. They saw the true face of the cosmic loom, the threads of fate vibrating with unspoken truths. They became the Mouths of the Hum, speaking in tongues of static and forgotten stars.
And the Hum spread. It sang to the stones, awakened the water, turned the dreams of sleepers into fragile, shimmering glass. It showed that the world was not solid, but a skin. A thin drum, beaten by entities beyond measure. And when the skin broke, the song became a roar.
[...] Beware the awakening. For the Song is not for man, but for the universe to be undone. Only the prepared may walk the resonant paths, lest they become merely a note in the dirge. [...]
[Transcription from a basalt tablet fragment, believed to be from the Pre-Dynastic Egyptian era, recovered near the Black Pyramid.]