The Auric symbol originated from what happened to the Auric Aria during the Eighth Cycle. Similar to a crucifixion but dealing with the Moon.
The Mythos
Before existence, before matter, before even the heavens themselves, there was nothing — and before there was nothing there was The Eternal Symphony.
An infinite expanse of silent potential. Not yet sound, not yet stone — only unending absolute silence. The thread not yet plucked, the holiness before holiness, the instrument with all the latent potential of creation.
The one blank score, containing all that could bet, without form, shape, or Consciousness, preexistent beyond time.
The Infinite Void without sound. Until a single instant of causality broke the silence open: The First Overtone, a singular vibration that awakened all of The Infinite Void. But it did not awaken to structure, it awakened to chaos, unfiltered, unthinkable chaos. A restless sea of Primal White Noise.
All was above and below at once. There was no distance nor duration. There was deafening everything — too much of everything — and from everything, stirred the first will on a gilded anchor that flared on the static in an Auric Burst of Radiance.
The Auric Aria, the Golden Sovereign.
And so the Auric Aria sang — she sang the song of creation. Its beautiful order pierced the chaos, her voice the structured light, the first bar of the score, the golden beacon across the vast sea of noise.
On the seven notes of her voice she yielded the primal static into the Auric Heptacode, the foundation of Arcanoria, and the ultimate mastery of her will.
Her Auric Heptacode were the seven golden threads that wove reality together, the seven bindings that filtered structure into the laws of matter, space, and stability to subdue the formless vibrations, shaping physicality into stardust and energy itself.
Resonance, the first auric thread of the Key of Attunement, the origin of Consonance lies in ringing true to your Soul-Key.
Luminance, the second auric thread of the Sufficient Precision of ordered music, playing a precise interval shapes the frequency of pure clarity.
Flux, the third auric thread of the Emotional Authenticity imbued in a virtuosic performance, an expression only carries feeling when born of honest intent.
Void, the fourth auric thread of the Essence Sacrifice in the strength required to apply masterful dynamics and motion to reality.
Cindergale, the fifth auric thread of the Perfect Focus meant sustain the full potential of the unwavering, defiant performance of existence.
Crystal, the sixth auric thread of the Absolute Certainty required for the melody to soar when it knows where to collapse its resolve of all possible futures.
Strand, the seventh auric thread of the Echoing Bonds that harmonize the entire universe together. A leitmotif by itself is simple, but when it carries weight and history, it is masterful.
On the entire score together, it was the first time existence could hear The Eternal Symphony, stirring the cosmos on the rhythm that would govern all.
It was good, but she did not stop there. From the sacred lattice of reality, she shaped the Trinity Harmony, the law that divided the chaos of everything by the heptacode, and bound it to a threefold law:
The past that preceded existence: Potential of Creation — Strand, Void, Flux.
The future of her universe: Mastery Over Chaos — Cindergale, Luminance, Crystal.
And the Key of Attunement from her own soul, the present — Resonance.
The Known Universe sung back in the flowing continuum that established, memory, causality, and destiny, in a rhythm that found the patterns of order. However, the concert missed something as beautiful and mesmerizing as her beyond the stars.
She decided for the purest of her boundless love to shape a place unique and in her image, Arcanoria.
On this determination, the Auric Aria began the Seven-Cycle Creation of Void and Luminance, the Dance of light and shadow born from each ordered thread.
On the First Cycle, she built from Resonance, to shape the crust, the land, the seas, and the skies, giving Arcanoria a tangible form.
On the Second Cycle, she built from Luminance, to weave the Great Harmonic Loom as the celestial network of the skies that descends in a vast web across the world, making magic and Resonance flow as the symphonic veins of the Leylines.
On the Third Cycle, she built from Flux the fluidity of rivers, plains, mountains, and all the relief from the lifeblood of the Eternal Symphony.
On the Fourth Cycle, she built from Void the rhythm and dynamics of the celestial bodies, binding the stars into a moving orchestra across the echoes of seasons.
The paradise she dreamt about was going exactly to her perfection. However, it was still missing the reflection of an autonomous performers that would inhabit, and thus, this dream of creative life was the dawn of the Fifth Cycle.
The Auric Aria descended with Cindergale and Perfect Focus into the newborn world, and sang nearer than ever before.
She sang into the waters, and the waters became fluent with silver life. She sang into the soil, and the soil opened its dark hands to receive green. She sang into the winds, and the winds learned the golden of wings. She sang into the sleeping stone, and the stone dreamed of forests that would done day rise from dust.
At the edge of the first green places. She fashioned the beasts of field and cloud and sea. She gave each its own measure and purpose: The strength of the great horned ones, the patience of the burrowing ones, the brilliance of the scaled ones, the swiftness of the winged ones. She taught tooth not to despise grass, and grass not to fear the rain. She taught every creature the place from which its sound could bless the greater symphony, just as she once learned from the primal noise.
And where the first creatures trembled before their own new being, the Auric Aria did not abandon them in fear. She gathered their uncertain voices into her palm and braided them with Resonance. That, was the first Fated Flower, which bloomed on the emotional residue that might know how to call the soil home.
This was the mercy of the Fifth Cycle: that no life was made without a note of return. The seed of Piety, Contrition, and Sacrifice to find their meaning on the weight of purpose.
In the Sixth Cycle, she built from Crystal the infinite potential of all life, creating the first lineages and the free will for creatures to reproduce their own signature, bound in harmony as they populated her celestial palace. Its halls were measures of light, its gardens were harmonies of creation, and its towers rang softly with the measure of a new dawn.
In the Seventh Cycle, the one carrying the entire strength of the Auric Heptacode, she built the final piece of the crown with her unyielding love, and the bonds of Strand.
She envisioned at last Humanity, as a Perfect Reflection of her will. She decided to make them upright, different, sapient enough to see the world as she saw.
When the first humans looked back at her, they spoke, and as they spoke, they understood the underlying fabric of her universe. She was overjoyed with emotion, and upon the highest cliff of the land, she entrusted humanity with the tenet of Revelation in one last gift.
From the Auric Aria's deepest well of her devotion, she drew forth a singular miracle. She forged a great luminous mirror, placing it carefully beneath the turning heavens. 'Let the stars keep the time of the universe' She decreed, 'but this alone shall not dance to the rigid tempo of Cosmic Motion. for it is excluded as a gift solely given to the sentience of my children.
So she bound the Moon to the night, a captive light held fast in a silver snare so that it might never wander from humanity's gaze. It was placed as a personal guide, weeping its gentle, silver light upon the dark.
The Aria sang one last time. She called Luminance Day, and the Void she called Night. And there was evening and there was morning. The Resonance of her song seeded the last of magic in the Leylines, Aetherlight as her own essence of Luminance, and Lunehymn as the silver moon that signaled the Void.
— This article is abridged. The full record runs longer in the archive.