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"Many Gelfling fell to their lures. The Gelfling were earth and spirit, masters of song and shaping. They carved wood and stone to set free the shapes that lay hidden in them; they molded metal to exult in its new form." "Before the Darkness, when I placed my hand on the carved rocks, the rocks sang to me and I shared their song with the Gelfling. I watched the Gelfling as they travelled through their lives; I made dwellings in the the rocks for their empty bodies, and the rocks will care for them as long as the World remains. But the Skeksis stole the Gelfling with force and fear." "For from the castle and the darkened Crystal within it there spread out evil like a cloud, power thay no longer led to Harmony. The light of the Suns lost its brilliance; the song of the Crystal was deadened. And as one standing in a mist on a mountainside forgets the sunlight, forgets the path and the world and all outside the shifting greyness, so in all creatures that cloud of evil led their hearts to confusion." "In the begining I moved freely between the Skeksis in the castle and the urRu in the valley; but as the Skeksis fell into worse evils I visited the castle no more. And in the valley yhr urRu lived their gentle lives and died their quiet deaths: beautiful, peaceful, and without strength against the growing evil of the Skeksis." "I am of rock; I stand firm. I left the urRu and went to watch the stars and Suns, in hope that they would reveal some better change." "Then the Skeksis exulted in the deaths of the last Gelfling and of the prophecy. They had been much afraid; they had even killed their Gelfling prisoners quickly, preferring safety to pleasure. They cared little that some Landstriders still hid and fought in the mountains; the loss of a few Garthim (I will not say their deaths) meant nothing to them. They thought the path to further darkness lay straight before them." "These terrors drove me away from all. I fled to my mountaintop; I studied the Three Suns above, and chose not to see the hordes of Garthim marching across the plains and the clouds of smoke behind them. I would have lived among the orbits of the Suns. I became one with them; I seemed to move in their great courses through the sky. The song of the Suns became my song, and I sang it to the rocks that they might vibrate to it as they had to the Crystal. At each conjunction I felt the song in my heart, pain and torment, yet beautiful. The rocks felt the pull of the Suns; and as the Suns combined in conjunction, the seams of the World were stretched. I was, at those moments, the fabric of the World."
Text from The World of the Dark Crystal by Brian Froud,
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