[ WP ] You live on a world full of immortal beings . For the first time in the history of the world 's existence , somebody has died .

We all died long ago. Not in the physical sense, as with the Ancient One, but in another way. With our immortality, our lives became as listless as the tideless seas. We merely drifted wherever we wanted, always moving from one place, one job, one lover, to the next. The grandeur of the Old Ones, their monuments and philosophies, decayed with our sloth. 
 
 And now the Ancient One is dead. The Progenitor has passed into the Cosmic Deep. We are mortal. We will also pass into the Deep. 
 
 Many fear this. I welcome it as a challenge. For if we are to die, are we not then responsible for what we do with our lives, with the eons we have at our disposal? We can build grander monuments, create the Perfect Philosophy. We can write another immortality into the fabric of the Cosmos itself. 
 
 Though it will not be for eons, we will die. Let us begin our work.
