Because she was all things?—
Everything and nothing in between.
She held the dark
The first breath of silence,
the last kiss before sleep.
Until one day,
she met a man.
A man who loved her
like the trees love the sun?—
always reaching,
always burning.
And she, the dark eternal,
loved him in return.
But the world would not allow such a thing.
So she did what many do
for love that is doomed?—
she broke herself apart.
From her heart, she made Kaerani,
of fury and flame, passion and renewal.
From her breath, she made Sylvara,
of root and rot, bloom and harvest.
From her tears, she made Nerissa,
of tide and mercy, love and punishment.
And from her secret name,
the one no god had ever spoken?—
she made Eryndis,
of veil and knowledge,
keeper of what should never be known.
Each daughter was a piece of her.
Each a gift.