Anaximander settled more comfortably near Tairiyya, his scholarly demeanor relaxing in the presence of someone he clearly considered an equal.
"One after another, things are becoming more and more chaotic out there."
His voice carried observation rather than complaint.
Tairiyya sipped her tea and sighed, her ancient eyes turning toward the vibrant multicolored rain cascading past the temple's boundaries. The Pluvial Epoch painted everything with borrowed brilliance, authority from sources she understood all too well saturating even this realm of death.
"For eons, it was quiet. For eons, the stillness was absolute. Everybody just worked hard for their weavings."
She set her cup down with deliberate care.
"But now, the first dominoes have been tipped by hands that should not have the reach to touch them. The Peasant, THE Creature, and even the Infinity-bearer have begun to move, their frantic shuffles triggering a cascade that cannot be halted."
