I — Axiom of Universality
Death is the only phenomenon universally and demonstrably applicable to all living systems, without exception, no living system is exempt from its terminal state. Death therefore constitutes the primary constant of existence, the one truth that requires no proof because no counter-example has ever existed.
— Tharis —
Tharis ruled before your name was spoken.
It will remain when the last name is forgotten.
No crown has ever cast a shadow over it.
No prayer has ever moved it.
No love, however fierce, has ever held back its hand.
Tharis does not come for what you did or who you were,
it comes because you lived.
Before it, every throne is kindling,
every monument is dust rehearsing its own collapse.
Bow your head, traveler, not in defeat,
but in recognition of the only power that never lied to you.
II — Axiom of Immanence
No empirical evidence supports the persistence of individual consciousness post-mortem. Death marks the irreversible dissipation of individual informational coherence. It is a structural property within being, the entropic vector that defines temporality itself.
— Velun —
There is no shore beyond this one, no light after this dark.
What you hold now is all you will ever hold.
Blessed be Velun, who tells us no lie,
who strips away the comfort of the eternal
and hands us back the only thing that was ever ours.
It is because Velun leaves us nothing after
that every love burns, that every act has weight,
that every morning is a gift with no promise of another.
Velun, hold us in this life. Velun, keep us awake. Velun, let nothing be wasted.
III — Axiom of Independence
No quality of a life, however extraordinary or however wretched, alters the certainty of its terminal state. Death neither rewards nor punishes, it is independent of all properties of the life that precedes it, its duration, its conduct, its beliefs, its rank, or its accumulated worth.
— Finath —
Finath does not read your name before it comes.
It does not weigh your deeds, count your prayers, or measure your worth.
The road you walked, long or short, crooked or straight,
leads here, to the same threshold, for all who have lived.
No virtue delays it. No failure hastens it.
It is not a judgment. It is a certainty.
Finath waits at the end of every road,
patient, silent, and absolute.
And when it comes, it comes as it always has,
without malice, without mercy, without exception.
