Grausche was a type of man, rare among men, who founded his principles on what he perceived to pertain to reason and his actions unapart from his ideals.  Endowed from birth with a singular disposition to conceive both what he saw and the intangible in the world with an instinctive wisdom, he pursued through his life and work a pervasive logic and rationality.

His morals were based on love of the imperishable qualities in all men alike and his ethics on ascetic dedication to philosophical service.  Without wisdom, Grausche professed, only an illusion of the world could be seen.

Believing in the progress of humanity he both imparted knowledge to those he met and was accustomed to engage others in moral and ethical discourse.  He shaped his mind according to the principles intrinsic to all that combined both nature and humanity.

On the welfare of others, he preached to those around him that that the common citizen should be governed with justice and heralded an age in which the human rights of all citizens were observed.  Committed to the progress of the communal state, he pledged himself to a common civil code.

Grausche's ideas dwelt in the high citadels of a just society where guardians defended the principles of the common constitution.  Laws were passed and buildings erected in a golden era founded upon the rule of a collective group.

It was a philosophy borne out of the labours of men.  Those were the days when men could say they strove for communal progress or that reason subjugated the souls of mankind.

The principles of those times were gradually eroded by voices of opposition that increased with the progression of political thought.  Leaders gave way and new populist policies lowered taxes to stimulate economic growth.  More and more money circulated the state fuelling individual desires and rampant greed.

Commercialism swept across the state bearing with it unrestrained advertisement.  Its possibilities widened by technological advancements, advertisement broached masses of children, adolescents and adults infusing their minds with the corrupt commercialist ideologies this new state assumed.

Flagrant images enflamed minds biting away at the once steel core of their hearts and penetrated the temples and schools that for centuries had instilled reason in the towers of the citadels.

Core movements that were centred on rationalised, ideological principles became the wild riots of fanatics.  The established organisations of the state dissipated and man was left bereft of reason or the capacity to think individually.  Men of this state became fickle and deceitful.  They had no soul, loyalty or place to call home.

Depraved and destitute, their hearts were filled with the blood of material greed.  They were lesser than human for their souls were consumed by anger and desire.  They had no guidance or moral code save the advertisement images before them.

Mass commercial corporations took control of the state prohibiting justice or order.  Self-doubt and disillusionment both in themselves and divine power fed growing instability in their minds.  It burned like a torch until at last they became men in wrags.

 

Their eyes glowed red with delirium and a twitchy blankness took hold of their faces.  Loss of individualism and education had taken away their capability to speak  and they fell into expressionless drones roaming the streets.

Minds deprived of substance crumbled to ashes.  Troune, the northernmost star in the Eastern constellation that had shone with wisdom throughout the cosmos swelled in uncontrollable force.  Inward pressures, like the internal strife of a corrupt political state, bore down the star until at last it began to collapse inwards.

Kaulok, the great yoker of Troune's strength and the one who had shown those ancient settlers the path in the cosmos to Troune and reason in this world, could no longer bear the might of the bulging star.  The bright star overcame those ropes that for centuries Kaulok had tethered across him and burst free into a limitless explosion of light.

 

Rays of energy and fragmented matter spread across the Universe in waves of turmoil.  Constellations that had steadied the great night sky were shattered and dissolved into a mass of indistinguishable particles.

Proud Akbar of the westernmost constellation, guardian of Justice, who had presided over the affairs of man, burst into flames, as did Eisel, that purveyor of education who had instilled in the young that righteous reason that for so long had permeated the citadels.

The wretched men below could see nothing but darkness with streaks of flashing lights and sharp triangular objects.  Matter passed by them with unfathomable speed and the ground fell away from them.  Their bodies became weightless and their minds dissolved from the object world into a dark floating void descending downwards in a vortex.

Images of strife and turmoil surrounded them momentarily and then flashed past as they fell weightlessly downwards.  There were apparitions of dark, occluded figures that bellowed mystical noises into their heads.  It was like howling wails filled with the passion of invisible souls.

Black dark colours collided with strange pigments of red that merged in planes of light.  There were disparate glows on the horizon like the old beacons of lighthouses that guided wearied travellers across the seas.

Images rushed past them of their childhood and civic rites.  Fragments of a shattered steel altar appeared to the top right of their sight and segments of an iron house door to the lower left.  They flashed past them upwards through the chasm non sequentially outside of time.

Objects were pulled closer and closer to each other by some mystical force.  Gaining an order and social form, they passed across the chasm in a slow hypnotising movement forming a transfixing structure in the centre.  It morphed into dream-like liquid forms that appeared like the savage forest beasts that had once roamed the wild long before great Izon and the wise council of Xei had founded our constitution.

Falling downwards the looming spectre spread from the minds of men to the great citadels our ancestors had built.

The towering peaks, entwined with that ancient wisdom Izon had passed to our forefathers and that had spread through the ages of Zeun and Kelethron, sank from their iron foundations.  Giant steel pillars that held up the metal and glass structures dissolved from their solid forms and the sky arched backwards in crooked, contorted dimensions.

Matter no longer held sufficient strength to form the ideologies of men.  Thin and meagre, it could no longer fuel the wheels of the human soul or hold up the walls of the cosmos. It had no purpose and had all but died with those almighty constellations.  The era of men on that world, when reason shone through those lofty citadels across the land, was over and long may it be remembered.