The Poetry of The World
-world building project-- Primordial Cosmos -
原 初
一切从艾洛希姆的伤口里开始。
第一滴血流下，凝聚变成太阳；第二滴血变成“世界”最初的躯壳。
第一滴血是热的，因此太阳永恒爆裂、永恒沸腾；
第二滴血冷却，因此世界壳永恒冰冷、永恒沉重。
太阳与世界壳同根同源，互相吸引。
艾洛希姆炸出来的“骨”与“肉”，变成十二个月亮，十二月亮的围绕让艾咏出现，它的四个眼睛分别注视着三个月亮，于是“时间”诞生。
时间是艾咏的眼，祂的目光落下，注视着世界壳。
太阳让世界壳温暖，于是艾沃维尔出现，用艾洛希姆崩裂的弦做引，于是“进化”诞生。
进化是艾沃维尔的声音，随着祂的吟唱，生命在不同的弦上出现。
第一滴血流下，凝聚变成太阳；第二滴血变成“世界”最初的躯壳。
第一滴血是热的，因此太阳永恒爆裂、永恒沸腾；
第二滴血冷却，因此世界壳永恒冰冷、永恒沉重。
太阳与世界壳同根同源，互相吸引。
艾洛希姆炸出来的“骨”与“肉”，变成十二个月亮，十二月亮的围绕让艾咏出现，它的四个眼睛分别注视着三个月亮，于是“时间”诞生。
时间是艾咏的眼，祂的目光落下，注视着世界壳。
太阳让世界壳温暖，于是艾沃维尔出现，用艾洛希姆崩裂的弦做引，于是“进化”诞生。
进化是艾沃维尔的声音，随着祂的吟唱，生命在不同的弦上出现。
Everything began from the wound of Erohim.
From it flowed the first blood—hot, bright, and blazing.
It condensed into Sun.
Then came the second drop—cool, dark, and heavy.
It shaped the initial shell of the World.
The first was heat—thus the Sun burns.
The second was cold—thus the World-shell lies still.
Yet both are kin, born of the same blood,
and so they are drawn to each other,
forever circling, forever bound.
From the rupture of Erohim’s form burst forth bone and flesh, and these became the twelve Moons. And when the twelve took their places, encircling all, Aion awoke—
its four eyes opening upon the skies, each beholding three moons.
Thus Time was made—
not as a river, but as a gaze.
The Sun kissed the World-shell, and warmth stirred within the silence.
From the trembling chords of Erohim’s ruin, Evolvere rose.
It strung the broken lines into a bow, and loosed the first song—
Thus Evolution came into being.
And upon the strings,
Life unfolded.
not as one, but as many.
From it flowed the first blood—hot, bright, and blazing.
It condensed into Sun.
Then came the second drop—cool, dark, and heavy.
It shaped the initial shell of the World.
The first was heat—thus the Sun burns.
The second was cold—thus the World-shell lies still.
Yet both are kin, born of the same blood,
and so they are drawn to each other,
forever circling, forever bound.
From the rupture of Erohim’s form burst forth bone and flesh, and these became the twelve Moons. And when the twelve took their places, encircling all, Aion awoke—
its four eyes opening upon the skies, each beholding three moons.
Thus Time was made—
not as a river, but as a gaze.
The Sun kissed the World-shell, and warmth stirred within the silence.
From the trembling chords of Erohim’s ruin, Evolvere rose.
It strung the broken lines into a bow, and loosed the first song—
Thus Evolution came into being.
And upon the strings,
Life unfolded.
not as one, but as many.
EROHIM
艾洛希姆
AION
艾咏
EVOLVERE
艾沃维尔
Erohim
My sun, my moon;
My wind, my rain;
My daytime, my nightmare;
My body, my soul!
Love your people,
Let them be confined to the mundane!
Love your people,
Let them transcend the material!
Aion
Aion, Aion, the Aion of omnis!
Withering, withering, your people wither in your cycle!
From crimson to pale;
From emerging to decaying;
From one end to another!
Growing, growing, your people grow in your sight!
From the past to the future;
From ignorance to enlightenment;
From one chaos to another!
You are the beginning, you are the end.
You are the beginning, you are the end!
Have mercy on me!
Witness me!
Destroy me!
Evolvere
Strive to expand forward, strive to grow upward;
Know the essence of the infinite,
Understand the laws of change.
You shall master.
In the sky, on the land, in the sea,
You shall never falter,
Never cease.
Towards the end of life;
Towards the end of the world;
Towards the end of time.
Towards the ultimate end!
- The Trinity-
三位一体 · 世界
Time gives flow.
Evolution gives meaning.
Together, they are one；
they shape all existence.
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