Good Gods!!

[Illiterate Scribe]

Y'vein

This would not do.

Advancing, surmising the shapeless world with flashing eyes, floating hair, and a neatly-tailored top hat, Y'vein shook his head. There was so much to do, and, well, it seemed that the overarching absence of ... well, anything, was simply unacceptable.

Ah, but he would do something about this. Drawing a suspiciously sharp set of callipers from a neat pocket, he, while pressing forwards with a brisk gait into the unmade, unconstructed world, mentally began synthesising the named from the primordial chaos, in some act of linguistic genesis.


A sacred river, that five miles meandering with a mazy motion ran?

Check.

Caverns measureless to man?

Check.

A lifeless ocean?

Check.

Well. It was something to be getting on with.