Blood-Made-Glorious, & Her Golden Tone: Almalexia, Mother of Madness

This commemoration & supposition is hereby establisht by the Adherents of the Al-Matron, with the aid of information compiled by their allies the Haymonic Knights of Aleshut.

In listening rooms beyond Resdayn, the music of Her mad screaming teem'd Golden against the Drum-Beat of his death-

But why did She go mad? Was it merely the bereavement of Her Heart-sunder'd Godhead? But how could the mighty Face-Snaked Queen, the beautiful & venomous Cala-Velóthi, the Fortress-Flower, be de-fanged thus? It is simple: for Her holy Madness was a myth-echo of the most pre-eminent theme- the Aka-Tusk.

Even the shoddy Imperial scholars of a bygone regime remark truthfully:

>most aspects of Akatosh which seem so important to the mortal races, namely immortality, historicity, and genealogy, have conveniently resurfaced in Almalexia, the most popular of Morrowind's divine Tribunal.

-Varieties of Faith, Brother Mikhael Karkuxor

When Blesséd Almalexia rose to royalty, & became the State- Mother Morrowind- She thus touch'd the Mandala of Kings & join'd in the Oversoul of Emperors, graced by Akatosh, Dragon of Time.

And the death-mongrel known as Pelinal was even thus:

>beneath the Pelinal's star-armor was a chest that gaped open to show no heart, only a red rage shaped diamond-fashion, singing like a mindless dragon, and that this was proof that he was a myth-echo, and that where he trod were shapes of the first urging.

-Song of Pelinal, (Vol. 6: On His Madness)

Where She stepp'd were ever urges of the unmaking: rescinding into wetness. For he who enters Paradise, enters his owne Mother.

By the ravening tusks of Her murder-face, the Mother of Morrowind became alike unto the Kyne-sent Knight, as Kyne alongside

>Mara and Dibella and sixteen Daedric elements: all contributed to the snake-faced queen when she touched the drum. Their sum? A Beauty Cala as none have seen. Cala! Wetness of Kingdom!

-Nu-Hatta, of the Sphinxmoth Inquiry Tree

A War-Fractal in the service of the Mad-Tusk, blood-dipp'd in the ebony effluvium of it's mirror-refraction Lor-Khan, whose heart resonated with the 16 Golden Tones that became the murder-mourning song of Alm-Alessia, the Dragon-chosen. As she wore the Face of Boet-hi-Ah, thus remember that the Prince of Plots was the once-shadow of Lorkhan & under-reflection of Akatosh, & thus the admixture of Madness that was born when the Dragon heard the utterance of "NOT" & broke the mirror of its malediction.

The Heart-Shard cut the mind of the Dagoth Primate as well as all the others whom it touch'd. Thus, at the end, Alm-Aleshut charged upon her recursive husband, Nerevar Reborn, with the blood-mantra "O Sweet Shor, for our shared madness I do this" upon her Golden lips.

-S.M.R.