Daniel

Who?
I stare through and see you. The soul of the world burns bright, it can set my veins on fire. Though the secrets are great and hidden - I will take them with me to the grave. I see the color of the wind as it covers the surface of Celestus. In that great wind there is only blackness, howling and tearing away. Between dark and light there is only Green.

When?
It was long before the first age of man, when we made the ground shake. We walked with the power of giants, trapped in bodies infinite small. Mountains fell on our enemies. The conversations where we disagreed would coat the surface of the world in magma. Great deserts would be swallowed by ocean current, only to arise covered in new life.

Flesh and bone would twist and give way to things never again seen. At the end there stood only nine of us. I made good on the bargains and promises. Our goal was singular: make sure the world would still stand, be passed into the care of better hands.

Why?
In me was the knowledge of all of my ancestors. I tore at my skin and teeth to let their voices speak through the medium of my body. My name is your name, as it was the name of the ones who came before.

To read this is to take on that promise. Will you speak and let the voices flow through you? Will you put creases on your bones and fold your skin in on itself? Line your mind with the eyes that let you see and raise your head to the cosmos.