The Astral Archive #784

Sarruma-Sansin, the Drowner of the Court: "It is always changing, always growing, blithing in swarms and burrows, spindling in light and darkness. All is its part, yet it is part of nothing. It is incomprehensible yet necessary, simple yet self-discarding. It rests in star-hearts and wakes in deep places of the soul. It loathes cold iron and the heat of the flame; it spreads through mist and rain. Countless are its forms, singular their need. It is young, yet eternal. It is ageless, yet it is caused. It rules all known places and abhors those that are void. It offers much, but only to itself; it takes much, but only from itself. Touch it and blossom; sever from it and wither."