Behind The Unraveler comes Ir Anûk,

The Weaver.

She takes in hand the threads of her sister's work,

weaves them into the tapestry of Oryx's realm.


Listen, Anûk

Anûk, who favors bitter things


Of the eleven axioms, choose one

Of the chosen, spare none

Upon Eir’s attendance, say

Come, Eir, look

This truth is dead