For one of my kind, initiation as an Acolyte of Clasz is the highest honor. And I wore that mantle well. Fully devoted to my future as an aspect of Clasz the Infinite. Too naive to understand what such devotion truly means. But I learned. That I would lose myself entirely to His expanse. And slowly my pride turned to spite and anger. My focus changed from supplication to subversion. From my position of influence, I began to recruit fresh Acolytes to a secret cause. Some witting, others much less so. But all working towards my will. To control my transformation ritual. To keep my head above the surface of oblivion. And bend Clasz's own powers against the infinite one himself.
We who thrive in Claszureme exist outside of time. We do not age. Our advancements are measured through study. And the transformation of knowledge into power. When we look upon your realm, we cannot see our own futures as we can yours. But in study of the ripples and swirls of your flowing rivers... We might divine something of our own fates. Amongst the impossible voids that manifest between the streams.
Those in this pathetic realm should thank me. My attempts at survival have kept barred a dire gate. Were I to complete my transformation... …the full power of Clasz would flow through this form. And your plane, and all you wriggling denizens, would forever cease to be.
For now, Clasz hunts. And I evade his expanse. I know to turn his tendrils against my own enemies. And those he devours in my stead briefly sate his need. But should I fail to provide worthy fodder... One shudders to imagine what my fate could be.
We were not created by Clasz. Such efforts are alien to him. We are mere lichen or fungus. The Claszian Expanse provided the conditions, and we materialized to feast. But now I take the next step. I demand more than just a piece from Clasz. I carve a swath, and I claim it for myself.
Every day lived is a page of history. Time is a river with many eddies. I have seen its head waters, and I have seen its currents reach the sea. I may be faceless, but I'm not maceless.