You place the tome on the dais. The runes once again glow with the same shadowy light, and the runes on the pages coalesce into a language you
can read.
At the beginning of everything, there was only light. A bright, blinding, burning, cleansing light. However, light cannot exist without
casting shadow. It was in these first shadows that the Dark Gaia was given form. From her form, she cast shadows in the light. The light
coalesced in opposition to the shadows, but this only caused them to grow more dense. A reaction to the growing light. Soon, the shadow became
so dense, that it too gave way to form and shape. From here, Dark Gaia's children were formed.
These children, born of darkness cast by light, would shape the shadows into the world, it's people, and the creatures of the night. Soon after
completing the weaving of the realms, the children retreated back into the deepest parts of the shadows. As they returned to Dark Gaia's shadow, she stirred
and awoken. Seeing what her children wrought, though giving it form, it was without purpose. Without direction. The lands, creatures, and peoples of the shadow
were lawless, formless. She plucked and strummed the shadows and wove into the fabric of the shadows laws, binding the creations and creating purpose in the dark