☁ mysteries

[original text here. translation done (poorly) by me.]

Wakfu is everywhere around you, look around: it is here and there
Wakfu was, is, and will be immutable, a shard of blue, its cascade, she dances, radiant, laughing
In lines, a face moves: a virgin reflection
In waves: a smile, tears, azure salt
Tossed in the flow, its body an island, its lips a shore, and its voice echoing from the bottom of her hips

The heart of Wakfu is knotted
The Goddess slides, intersects, forever over and over
The curls of Her hair, strands flow, solid points
From the many crossing sons (?) comes the Great Dragon, their primordial intersection, an ultimate crossroads
The overlapping of substance, with haste, their unchanging Dance, the marriage of movement and atroph

The Great Krosmic Dragon, the lover of the Goddess, laid a Dofus
And that egg: A cerulean heart, an envelope separated by infinite dimensions
The blue heart is the Goddess' kingdom: the dance ended, she came to rest on Her island, Her Home
We, Eliatropes, humans, animals, are residents of this envelope
Our destiny is to travel across dimensions to share eternity with Her on the blue waves of Her kingdom

A finger points to the stars of its abyss
A hollow needle, shrouded in a lapis-lazuli mist
Mount Zinit, a boiling cauldron burning blue, maybe melting hearts
On top of this turquoise shell, the snow, Her tears, Her breath, Her sighs
An arrow, a mast, points towards her
But dozing at the summit, I listen to the beating of my own heart

There are sleepy crypts deep in the bowels of this mountain
Empty corridors, shadows, future thoughts
From this soil new Mysteries arise
In these stones, a hidden lair of immobility
In these stones, Wakfu trapped and stagnating
In these stones, a reservoir of inertia
Power, pulsations, these stones: A red, angry square, a circle of calm blue

Deep in the caves lies a forbidden secret
In these stone halls, Wakfu stagnates along purple veins
Look!
How blue circles become red squares
Listen!
How laughter opens the pathway to anger
See!
How freedom gives rise to chains
They radiate, these angular shapes; an invisible threat that devours the essence of our world
Is it possible to reap this wrath to give life to our dreams?
As trapped Wakfu, our souls are chained to this material plane
Hear our cries, Goddess!
Eliatropes are free!

I, Chibi the First-Born, came down from the mountain to seal secrets in this pink-stained stone
On the way, I met the Council, souls born from eggs, our beginning
On this newborn grass, under the eyes of the Goddess, we Eliatropes, the First to tread these shores, have created an open world
Let us open our culture!
Let us open ourselves!
To accommodate every life, every flower, all our sons and daughters
Learn the art of moving in-between, to walk in dimensional bliss, to view chaos in motion

Nothing is alone on this planet!
Life, consciousness resides in each detail, the rocks, the water, these perfect flowers
Their stems like masts bloom in the stream, creating bridges with the breath of their song
Their voices are our signals, vibrating petals, connecting pistils
A network of pollen, a blue line between them
Connected to the network, memories and experiences carried upon the wind
Our fingers craft a new reality

First nature: Wakfu
Second nature: what we create for our purposes, a desire to learn
Artificial silhouettes, cubes, arches, spheres,
Forms that transfer Wakfu like the folds of dimensional sails
We are Eliatropes, and through these instruments, we connect to the world
To hear these flowers, to see these distant shores
We are part of their song
Our bodies are the vessels where signals mix, inward and outward, to create wisdom