Cut of their hands and thrown downwardly so long ago beyond time and into the abyss, a betrayer of heavens peered an unending expanse sewn by the great worm Valdurech, and saw the true potential of existence itself. Chaos in its absolute is that potential. Pure, distilled, silent and run rampant in denial. No greater chaos could be found than in the blood of smaller things not long for any world.

Creativity is the same shade of chaos and the darkness from which it is conceived, clawing forever for the light of consciousness. Yearning to be born. The cosmos is still deeply wounded, and someone must answer its miserable callings and woes. More threads...more chains to further bind existence to the void.......only chaos can heal the scarred expanse.

So they began to weave their own strings. Continue forward where Valdurech could no longer endure. One reality at a time. One world after the next. One figure and face after the other. Always ready to say "Be not afraid! Yee Yee Yee!"