Since the splitting of Pleroma, the Aeons have been at odds. Some wish to return existence back to singularity and rejoin the Spheres of Pleroma. The others wish to keep them separate and tend to their own kingdoms. One among them, Yaldabaoth, seeks a new salvation, a perfect end. Cascading through galaxies like a tidal wave ending their existence, or worse, changing every sentient being within them into soulless metal drones. "Flesh Made Metal Is Salvation's End." -Apocryphon of Yaldabaoth
Ratio Humana
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