I don’t know when the world ended.
No one does. Not anymore.
The Old Ones broke the moon, that’s what the Sooths say.
Once, it changed shape. It was full sometimes. A great disc in the sky. Other times smaller. A half. A sickle. Sometimes no moon at all, as if the moon hid itself, maybe knowing what was to come.
Then came the Breaking.
Now what’s left is just the broken grin. That, and the memory of what was scattered in frozen pieces across the black sky. The Old Ones broke the moon, and the moon broke us right back…the day the magic died.
So the Soothsayers tell
of the end of
-From the Book of Pith