Pangenetor - Dødsengel

Motes of dust flicker idly

In the vast emptiness

That followed the great ruination

Chains of order

That stood firm for generations

Were released from their decay

By the birth of the Child of Fire

Now those infinitesimal

Specks of ideation swirl

And cluster, forming new shapes

And silhouettes that resemble yet new chains

This is Coagula, following in the wake of Solve

This is the very moment of creation