Lore:Garden of Sacred Numbers Temporal Tome
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The sacred strength of three, five, and eight could not contain the things from beyond our world. Pushing through the Void for centuries, we stood at the threshold, spinning endless nets of Sacred Numbers thinly upon thread woven from purest magicka.
We prayed to the gods of Elsweyr that they were Dro-m'Athra. They were not. We sought the Dark Brotherhood in the shadows, in the hope these were the spawn of Sithis. They were not. We sacrificed to the blood-drinkers of Molag Bal, for a time thinking these creatures were from Grayhaven. They were not.
When they arrived they were not like any beast, Daedra, or spirit we had seen before. The smaller ones, they were endlessly snarled in our weavings and fell away screaming. But the largest. The largest could gaze through the aperture with a single unlidded eye. Those that looked, saw, and could not unsee. And in the seeing, they were unmade.
We stood against the breach until there was nothing left. Only the numbers remained. Even they failed, in the end, and the veil ripped asunder to allow them into the world. Then, we were not.
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