Apsu: Gitmalu Sinnu Nagiru Suluppu Ma Nanna

From the sky came to me a character of awesome beauty and purity.

A dark prince of majestic prowess and ancient splendour.

‘The prince whose pure hand is outstretched, whose long black hair flows down the length of his back.’

The lord of purity and of life, he whom the daughter of Sargon hath spoketh many an age ago.

For he is Lord of the crimson sacrament and keeper of all mighty spells and scrolls.

No pen may script the might of his words, no sword may beholdeth unto his staff, and no mortal may be deemed worthy of his acquaintance.

And from his tongue spoke these words...

“Take my hand child, for it is outstretched for thee...for you are as Pirik, serpent to the shattered bowl of the sages.

And here too art thou kindred at thy left side. He hath taken thy hand, and art known as Firik, twin serpentine to thou.

Within thy chamber walls thou shalt be likened unto Asaru, bloodstone of the ancient Akakharu...”

To thine eyes were presented the seven jewels of the stone.

And its aura was like that of seven mighty flames falling from the innocence of life and death. And the flames spoke to me of ancient mysteries and forgotten secrets.

Of which, are to sacred to profane in the ink of thine pen.

“Taketh this white rose of thou purity, for it hath cast off the filth of thou mortality. Hearken unto each of its petals, for by the duration of eternity hath each been woven”