Thorax took council with Narrheit and both wondered at the ordering of the world, though in truth Narrheit cared nothing for it one way or the other, seeking only to alter what was made or destroy it without purpose or design. But Thorax learned in his councils that the Arc of Time settled in the pools upon the edge of Creation and that it breached the Wall of Worlds. So Thorax followed the Arc to its ending and found there the Eternal Pools. He took note of it and never forgot.
The Arc of Time flowed on, its many streams winding into the pools of its ending upon the edge of Creation, moving ever toward the Gonfod. And so the ages passed. Erde grew lonely in his world. The Sisters paid him little heed in their race through the heavens, and the gods and other figments hid themselves for fear of being banished to the Void. So he sat upon the highest peak in the world, what the dwarves and men call, Mount Thangondrim, the “throne of the sky,” and pondered this new dilemma. His beard and hair grew to great lengths, until he knew at last that he was older than he had been, and that his moods were less hasty. This knowledge gave him insight into the shaping of Life.
~The Codex of Aihrde