Armilla. The Eternal Radiance

Many years ago, in a distant galaxy, a new star was born — Armilla.
Surrounded on all sides by mighty, moving rings, it shone with a radiant purple light that illuminated the endless expanses of space.
Armilla was deeply connected to Earth. When the Universe breathed life into her, it gifted this violet planet with an inexhaustible source of energy — the Core of Light, whose guardian was Armilla’s High Priest — Farrcor.

In the picturesque valleys of Armilla, there spread a breathtaking lake of love and hope — Allem. It could see the past, predict the future, heal, offer hope, and guide the way.
The symbol of Armilla was the Ellifargut — an everlasting tree with dense white branches dusted in golden powder.

Beneath the shade of the sprawling Ellifarguts, the beautiful Lumins sang their songs — winged children of Armilla, angels with golden auras and pure hearts.
Each Lumin was born on Armilla at the same time as their destined human counterpart on Earth.

Every person was meant to have their own Lumin. The Lumin filled the soul of their human with light — light that protected against hardship, helped overcome trials, and maintained balance across the Universe.

But one day, within the body of the Universe, a black hole appeared — a wormhole that gave birth to dark servants, known as the Ministers of the Black Void.
They sent their roots deep into the Earth, poisoned the waters of Armilla, and seized the human soul.

Sensing the inevitable collapse, Farrcor directed all his power to fight the Black Void.
Defying the laws of the cosmos and risking the fate of all living things, he did the unthinkable: he created, within the waters of Allem and without an earthly human, a Golden Lumin — the beautiful Argul.

The great Argul, Child of Light, was born to save the Universe from the grip of the Black Void…




On the Great Day of Earth’s Creation,
She poured her light in purple haze,
And closed her golden rings of motion —
The star we know as Armilla blazed.

Her breath was warm, serene, forgiving,
She flowed with love, profound and deep,
She kept the balance in all living,
And guarded Earth in cosmic sleep.

Her endless skies — a vast dominion
Where golden Lumins ruled with light —
Absorbing rays of high Farrcor,
The Priest who watched the Vale so bright.

By day and night, the Sovereign Leader
Toiled with hands that never tired,
Distributing from Armilla’s core
A Mighty Light — pure, bright, inspired.

His force and power, ever giving,
Fed every ring, each link of gold,
Outshone the Sun in strength and vision,
Tenfold the power it could hold!

In rose and purple dreamy valleys,
The rivers burst and wildly ran,
And gathered calmly near the mountains
In lakes that mirrored Heaven’s plan.

One lake was called the Holy Allem,
No beauty in the world surpassed;
And on its banks so white and golden,
The Lumins’ sacred songs would last.

Each Lumin — angel bright and winged —
Was tied to Allem by pure thread,
From first breath through the mortal journey,
Until forgotten dreams were shed.

Their bond with Earth was just as strong —
Each angel waited for the day
When, marked by stars and rightful longing,
They’d bring soul’s Light into the clay.

And Man, who carried through the ages
That sacred gift of burning fire,
Could rise above all wounds and cages,
Through Love, and Hope, and Soul’s desire.

That Light — a shield, a sacred beacon,
A compass in the darkest night,
It drove back shadows deep and blackened,
Preserving truth and inner light.

But fragile was the World’s foundation,
Farrcor could not sustain the flame —
And on the tide of desolation,
The Age of Fading sadly came.

The Lumins, lost in dark divisions,
Were torn from souls to dust and pain,
Condemned to grief and cold derision,
In suffering silent, bound by chains.

Armilla trembled, full of sorrow,
She heard the moaning shadows call,
And from her edges gloom did borrow,
The trees bent low, their crowns did fall.

One moment more could cost forever —
And on that day, without delay,
Farrcor ascended through the ether,
The golden rings began to sway.

The planet trembled deep inside,
The winds arose, the rain fell hard,
The Earth beneath began to grind,
And trees bent down their solemn guard.

Then Allem stirred its gloomy waters,
A hymn began — both pure and vast —
And through the storm’s defiant anger,
A choir of wonder formed at last.

These sounds, as if from secret power,
By some bright force unseen, unknown,
Calmed down the storm and stilled the shower,
And brought back peace where fear had grown.

Then, from the waters calm and glowing,
He rose — with shining wings outspread,
Created by Farrcor’s knowing,
With sacred Light and wisdom led.

He was born to break the order,
To challenge what had long been fate —
To save the world and bring new borders,
A path of hope to recreate.

Allem bestowed a holy vision:
A dream of Earth reborn through grace,
Of strength returned through soul’s ignition,
To heal and lift the human race.

And that great day was filled with learning,
The Angel studied, brave and bright —
A chosen one, with fire burning —
A Lumin child: Argul of Light.

Farrcor gave him his sacred staff,
And Allem gave him Sight’s pure flame,
Prepared to face the dark at last,
Without a pause, without a name.

Born beyond all mortal laws,
With no Earth’s man to share his weight,
He bore alone the Light’s true cause —
Great Argul, Child of Radiant Fate.

Yet Earth grew blacker, day by day,
And even Armilla dimmed her fire.
The human soul had lost its way,
That time became the world’s most dire.

Their eyes grew dull, their hearts turned stone,
Consumed by greed’s destructive game,
In rags of sin, they marched alone,
And Earth bowed low beneath the shame.

The land did quake beneath their tread,
A cloud of dust rose to the sky,
As if all Light and hope had fled,
As if the Sun would never rise.

The shadows stretched across all being,
And “The Black Order” spread its spawn —
Armilla slept in dreamless grieving,
And Earth forgot the coming dawn.

But Argul walked — though pathless, blind —
Through night more black than any dream,
And every step was torn and pained,
Where voiceless monsters clawed and screamed.

Yet in the blackest, deepest mire,
A thread of Light began to gleam —
Then two, then ten, like woven fire,
They spun a glowing, living stream.

He looked again — he saw a child,
At every thread’s soft, pulsing glow,
A soul whose tears and heart so mild
Could hear his silent weeping flow.

The Earthborn Child — so pure, so small —
With just a drop of Sun inside,
Stood still against a faceless wall,
Too weak to fight, too lost to hide.

Argul knelt down and wept in light,
He joined with Power vast and true,
He saw the path, without more fright,
As if the Light cut cleanly through.

He soared with wings toward the Sun,
His golden feathers caught the skies,
He wrapped the Rings of Armilla round,
And Earth’s great power in his cries.

He drew the Light of all creation,
And in a blazing beam he rose,
Through one child’s soul — pure, no imitation —
He struck the dark and broke its hold!

Shine, Argul, Child of Light, shine on!
Defend all life from fear and night,
Messenger from the Golden Dawn —
Within you lives no dark, no fright.

And by the shores of holy Allem,
Where gardens bloom and stars are pure,
There grows the sacred Ellifargut,
A tree of Light and Life’s allure.

Through dust and time, beyond all space,
Argul still pours the Radiant Stream.
And fate weaves threads of human grace,
Through what we live, through all we dream.

Let Light remain our guide, our mirror,
And far above, where stars still gleam —
Let Armilla, our silent bearer,
Be peace, salvation, and our theme.