Drow Poets Go with the Flow

There is no light or name at the end of the abyss, A crack appeared in the eternal silence. Silvery thunder emerged from the cracks, Eight rays of lightning split the curtain of chaos. Black blood gushed out from the rock where my toes landed. The last strand of silk knot came out of his belly, Clinging to the embers of stars and fallen spirits, Weaving the first screen across the void. At that time the gods were still sleeping soundly, Only she opened her eyes, See that everything can be held by a thread. ——"Song of Lolth" Chapter 1·Birthday of the Mother Goddess