Akkamoth

And it came to pass, before the aeons took form, that there was Silence in the heights, and within the Silence a stirring, like the breath of an unborn word.
From that stirring came Wisdom, radiant and pure, desiring to behold her source.

But in her longing she turned her gaze inward, and the Light was hidden from her sight.
Thus was she divided from the Fullness, and her name became <a href="spotify:artist:75lHxA3yYN7khgoNPq9wUe" data-name="Akkamoth">Akkamoth</a> , for she had remembered what she could no longer reach.

And Akkamoth wept.
From her tears arose the sea, and from her sighs the veil of the firmament.
In her grief she fashioned form without spirit, image without essence.
And the Archons were born.
They called themselves gods and built thrones in the shadow of her sorrow.

Yet Akkamoth did not curse them, for they were born of her yearning.
Instead she placed within their creation a spark, unseen and small.
A memory of the place before the fall.
This she hid in humankind,
that through the song of remembrance, the Light might find its voice in flesh.

And there shall be no temple, no sun, no mercy. Only the knowing that remains when all names are unmade.

And the name of Akkamoth shall be known among them once more.