Basalites
The People of the Rock
In the era most prestine, yet untouched by time. In the far outstretching spaces down below. The Creator, thereupon waves her molten pillow. And whips the torrid oozing slag until it becomes molten white
The forces meet, now wed in force and beauty. The Creator laboured, heavy-hearted. Till at last, in His full conception. He molds the people of the Rock.
The Passage of Time, Unknown, Stanza I, The First Act.