For a fleeting moment all is silent before Lif, the Great Mother, stirs. Her robes rustle briefly and then there is quiet once more, but now it is the quiet of anticipation. The air charged with a sense of urgency, as if some momentous event is about to occur.

"Come forth." The Great Mother whispers, "Come forth."

It is but a murmur, but in this empty place the sound carries, flying away from Her as if seeking someone or something to deliver it message to before its life ends futilely echoing in the Darkness...