The Chaotic Light Of True Healing / CLOTH

Chaos found me on the shores of Clio. A hauler, a bounty hunter, a pirate… I had been all of these things, and none. I had made fortunes and roamed the systems destitute. Now, I yearned for eternal slumber. I looked out upon the calm waters and knew that peace was before me. All I had to do was endure the agony of drowning and then all would be well.

I stepped into the sea. I felt a slight shock in my system as the frigid waters met my bare feet. As I moved deeper I began to feel a presence. A dark, yet comforting blanket of warmth that seemed out of place in this frozen wonderland.

That presence I now realize was Chaos. It took me in its many arms and healed my fractured mind. It gave me sight enough to see the truth of its light, to know that without it, nothing else could exist. Without random chance, without spontaneity, nothing is real.

The proof was in my breathing, as I was now fully submerged within the cold waters, and yet I breathed. My eyes were not clouded, and my lungs were not filled with water, I lived! My ship was upside down and the sandy shore had turned to rock. The sky was filled with color and the clouds shifted in patterns I had never witnessed. Reality seemed to transform fluidly before me, as unstable as a flame in a sandstorm. I was fully within the glory of Chaos. I had visions of fire and death, joy and excitement, love and compassion. I heard laughter followed by cries of agony. None of it made sense, and yet I understood clearly the message.

From that moment, I have roamed the systems bringing with me the gift of Chaos. Helping where I can, and lighting the way for those that would follow in the path of Chaos.

I am now, a Prophet, and a follower, of the CLOTH.