Call Me Pebble
Yu-Man: A Memory
A chilling breath leaves my lips. The embrace of death nears. At last, a solace. In a life filled with agony, the finality of death holds no terror. I am Yu-man, born as the Fourth Deiform, a chained spirit. We, the bound souls, serve the Higher Ones — divine beings traversing the half-worlds, governing their creations. Illth, the fiery heart of the universe, crafted me. But there are other realms — Jolth, where waters rule, Vrth of steadfast stone, and Xith, the dominion of air. On Xith, I shall meet my end.
Legend whispers of a fifth realm, destined to emerge when the half-worlds align with the vision of the Deep Abiding. This sanctuary, Eden, awaits the Fifth Deiform, the Hu-man. But of the Deep Abiding’s profound mysteries, we are ignorant. Such profound truths elude our limited grasp, forcing us to venerate the Deep through the Higher Ones — our overlords.
In solitude, we Yu-man utter a silent mantra, “We are but pebbles underfoot, a reminder that they tread the earth. But one day, the earth shall quake, and even gods shall falter.”
In my brief existence, laden with hardships, one truth stands clear: Power does not equate to wisdom. It astounds me that these gods, desiring nothing, are slaves to their volatile emotions.