The History of Calamity

In sunlit realm, by dreams divine, The Destructor carved a world benign.

Insect nations, vibrant, fair, Coexisted in the golden air.

Seasonal gods, with watchful eye, Maintained the balance, whispered by

The slumbering god, in mist unseen, Where shadows danced, a secret queen.

Casen rose, the Dusk Author's might, And built monuments that kissed the light.

The Reflection, sculpted cold and bright, Led Kaleidos in endless flight.

But seeds of strife, by whispers sown, A discord grew, on anger grown.

Sadisu's fire and Yoake's dew, In battles grim, the skies bled blue.

Soutsu, of ants, for peace did yearn, While Cinsa's thirst for power burned.

A son's life lost, a father's plea, To Mujona's icy symphony.

Blizzards raged, continents entombed, The frozen cult, their fate consumed.

Casktrap, a beast of grief and hate, Ruled from the forest's shadowed gate.

Atychine Order, Cinsa's guise, Forged weapons dark, with death as prize.

The Other Light, a warrior's blade, By fear betrayed, forever stayed.

Mujona's wrath, a chilling test, Revealed the Other's might surpassed.

Calamity's scars, a whispered tale, Echo through valleys, cold and pale.

Now, at the anthill, whispers spread, Of Passai, from an island's bed.

Unwell and veiled, a mystery, Drawn by fate's unseen decree.

In echoes of the ancient war, Soutsu's gaze seeks secrets more.

The sunlit realm, now scarred and cold, Awaits the truth, yet to unfold.

So ends the song, on winter's breath, A land in mourning, waits for death,

Or new-born dawn, from shadows deep, Where Passai's secrets softly sleep.