“…We were fire once. But we looked upon the face of Null, and we were unmade. Now, we are shadow. Now, we are silence. What do you seek, mortal—memory, or oblivion?” “…We are shadow forged in uncreation. We serve the Nothing That Hungers. Upon our back rides Ossavir, bearer of the Tome of Nil. You speak to us now—soon, there will be no you to speak.”