louddetective:

The foundations of the High Arc shook, and the Realms shook, and the men and the Fariram and the gods of the Consortium cried out to the Raat-Thumajaraat for the times to be whole again. Those who remembered the Antecedents cried out for forgiveness, and fell into frenzy and pale for their transgression of the Names.
And from the ash of the Young Sundering crawled the Second Uram, wet and innocent, alone; wide-eyed child-brother of Achaotepk, and with it the Vile Age.
When the tremors had ceased, Itun One-Arm gathered his agents at Ajati, the All-Plain, wellspring of life unmarred by the still-smouldering embers of the past. It was there that he dreambuilt the Great Halls, which would be the anticipation of Ysp; and, his Frail Council assembled, he assuaged the new Heroes, that they may staunch the wounds in the flesh of untime caused by the Small Sundering.
-Luraf Yathmui IV