Mnemento Mori
Time marches eternally, the inevitable march of death coming to all those who would be subgradient enough as to die permanently. The Cyrod-talkers speak of natural cycles, but none know the nature of the universe better than the Aldmeri-descendents of We. ALINOR AE ALAXON. Many varliant queens we have had, bathed in starlight, holy Queen Ayrenn Aerana Aldmeri and her later-descent [EL]IN[OR]. The stars are ever present, a hole in the puncture, a dot in the fabric. All it takes is one brush and you may enter the stars, unmoored by Mundial time. We of the Dominion have figured a superior plan from Before-Times. We will take us back to STAR. Not star in hole-terms, but the very essence, the primordial concept of STAR made before Auri-El himself, wielding all the flame of the tinder of Anu.