The Bed Pool
I, Amaden, Prophet Prince to Memnis. I hover as beacon to the embittered Memnisians. Macron, the insufferable planet which Memnis observes, has their advancing ways. How is their contact between Memnis and Macron? There is none, and there never will be.
Memnis is eclipsed abnormally and perpetually. This moon almost on a cursed fixed setting to always be forbidden by forces to never see the sun beyond Macron. Memnis-'mystery-moon' presumed on Macron to be desolate and uninhabited.
There is a grand secretive history to this moon. Inhabitants could very well have chosen despair at seeing what greeted them upon their reaching the surface; an absence of natural light, a dry and void topography, and a generalized sense of exile. Memnisians rejected the surface as their habitat. Per their generating from the ginormous Bed Pool, a reservoir of liquid gases from deep down within the mystery-moon, Memnisians crawled as reptilian bipeds in multitudes to the surface.
Some time it took for the primitive Memnisians to scrape and carve at the dampened and softer stone walls surrounding the Bed Pool. As that time prolonged, the Memnisians grew in comprehending that rock fragments were useful as tools and instruments. They dug out holes in the stone walls as well as broke off much of the stone walls so to slowly reconfigure the stone walls and floors into a sweeping labyrinth of homes called the Eklypt. The Eklypt's expansion ever under construction, the Eklypt is still being created to the present time.
I, Amaden, flew back in time to see the creation of the Eklypt as I was given the power to transit time. It was when I myself left the Eklypt to explore the surface I did see the figure of a man tall and great standing there on the lunar landscape. The man's presence shook me with fear and with reverence. I knew immediately something about him that I could not figure on and remained where I was in a crater motionless.
