tahna’amurokam
Volume Six
¹By the word, I wind the gears.
ehold, the Clockwork City! The Throne Aligned! The Omni-Axle!
³The Brass-Throat Herald of Joyful Destruction! The Oil-Slick Tower of Seamless Assembly! Rejoice! Rejoice!
⁴Listen, child of the Tribunal! Do you not hear the whirr of the gears? The hiss of the pistons? ⁵It is the voice of Sotha Sil, calling you to the Nirn-Ensuing. To the Tamriel Final. Anuvanna’si. ⁶Cast down your worldly maths. Loosen the chains of your selfish pursuits. ⁷Shall I describe it to you? Shall I guide your eyes to the future of Nirn? ⁸Hear the words in sequence, dark child. Close your eyes and awaken!
⁹Gaze up to behold a crystal sky, girded and bound by Seht’s bright bands. ¹⁰Look down to behold the black stone of His will, and His imagination made clay. ¹¹Drink His truth, thick as blood, from the broad black rivers. ¹²Feel His breath on your skin—let its dreamy redolence fill your nostrils and sting your eyes. ¹³You stand at the center of the wheel. The home of the Mainspring Ever-Wound.
¹⁴Obsidian towers stretch ever skyward, festooned with polished brass and godly filigrees. ¹⁵Great turbines drive memory through a thousand thousand pipes that stretch out like tangled veins, or the golden roots of an ageless tree. ¹⁶And wandering amidst the humming and hissing paradise are His second-children. The Fabri’siraynosim. The merged-ones. ¹⁷Birthed of the unsequence, and bound to the Nirn-Ensuing. They cry out in one voice: “Death to Multitudes! Woe and terror! ¹⁸Let the fragments melt in the Boiler of Unknown Angles! Let the falsehoods burn in the Furnace of Forgotten Numbers! ¹⁹Disassemble and cleanse! Dismantle and make whole!” ²⁰They are the guardians—the ever-wound key-lords. ²¹Only the Nameless heart avoids their wrath. Their hatred of discord knows no limits. ²²For the road to Tamriel Final is not a bloodless one, child of the Tribunal. Anuvanna’si. ²³Contemplate this with a pious heart. Seek a clean and well-oiled soul. It shall serve you well in His truth-to-come.
²⁴So you see the Clockwork City is like Sotha Sil Himself—rich in beauty for the faithful, and alight with sublime terror for the servants of chaos. ²⁵In which Clockwork City would you reside? Commit your small blasphemies and think on this.
²⁶By the word, I wind the gears.