The "fruitful metis" prophecy:
Harmony was killed when the wholeness of the world split in two; forces of creation turned into destructive powers driven by their own incompleteness. United, they could still create but only after their own defiled form, deepening the rift between the two halves of existence.
One is light, violence, pride, honor, war, dominance, growth, predation; it is of the sky and fire, and can transform earth into metal. This one carries the sword.
The other is darkness, corruption, sadness, shame, deceit, surrender, decay, parasitism; it is of the earth and water, and can quench fire and spread rust. This one bears the wound.
They may balance and temper each other, but that is only an illusion of harmony, and does not touch the deep emptiness within all that is living. Balance teeters on a razor's edge, and the slightest breeze may topple it.
When the world-ages turn, the change is heralded by the birth of things that mix these essences together again and embody th