ChAos ebbs, cHaOS flows, and the wending ways of mortals weave and wallow against the sifting, slippery shores of entropy, caught between the choices of oblivion and jumping again into the Sea of Discord, partaking once more in the merriment and misery of existence. Pain and pleasure, order and disorder, creation and dissolution, finality and beginnings - all dualities that churn against each other, creating the Sparks of Chaos.

I am the embodiment of Chaos and change is my nature. Sometimes I am awake, and the heavens rock with my predilections; sometimes I sleep and my dreams manifest in your reality. Now it is the time for Chaos to dream, though beware when I stir.

During this dreaming time, for those who desire to follow the path of chaos, seek out the one mortal, hidden for now, perhaps forever, or perhaps this mortal will be made known in time, who I have named the Paratheo-Anametamystik of Eris Estoeric, the highest honor Chaos can bestow upon a mortal. This mortal can initiate you onto the path of Chaos, if you dare tread upon it.

There are of course others, cloaked and hidden, perhaps your brother or sister, perhaps your mentor or student, who tread the Golden Path of Chaos, and shape destiny through their manipulations. For those who have ears, will hear their whispers. For those who have eyes, will see their works.

For now, Achaea, I dream,
Eris, Goddess of Chaos -><-

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lupar, in the year 225 AF.