[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_58AnhnbIgI]It was the day of the twin tailed comet, as it came to be known in the poetic canons of the Meroec system. To a great many it was said to herald a great weal, yet to many others it would be a sign of damnation. The different cultures of Brahm would all draw their own conclusions and truths as to what truly happened on that fateful day, just as the Polymaths of Asclepius would. But all would be so disastrously wrong.[/url]

Yea, the arrival of each sibling to the system was near identical. Though on Asclepius it was night and in the far North, and on Brahm it was upon the night at the equator, both arrived in the midst of rituals.

The people of Asclepius would not describe the Tale of the Fall as it was told to them many centuries ago as a ritual, not really. To them it was a form of art, a performance that would lead to understanding themselves, and to avoid the mistakes of excess that the wise Aeldari had recounted to them. It was unsurprising thus that the display looked quite similar at least to the less developed human eye to what xenologists would describe as Eldar culture. The people were all lean, graceful. Their costumes and movements as they danced and spun were colourful and bearing great artistry. Yet, there was a great care to ensure there was no opulence, nothing sensual or extreme. The outfits covered skin from head to toe, yet were finely ventilated to prevent any sweat of passion forming. Many were even reflective or even coated in cameleoline to ensure individuals would not get too much focus. All were to be modest in all senses of the word. There would be no star of the theater, it was about the story not any of the thousands of men and women within the dozens of kilometres sculpted exactly for the event. 

Skirts spun, blades opened flesh that was immediately mended by subdermal cybernetics. It was a very difficult matter, to both ensure the excess was displayed to be understood without this very same excess actually being partook in.

The High Polymaths gazed upon the tightening circle at the centre of the performance, the tightening circle signalling the approaching climax of the display. Though the aesthetic of the theater was deliberately neutered as part of its very purpose, it was undeniable there was skill in the dance and song shown within that humanity in much of its stellar width would struggle to match. One of the High Polymaths nodded with approval as the part of the play where the final collapse of the fall would be displayed would begin. The masks of the performers would morph to the greatest and most artificial displays of ecstasy yet, before a mere moment later they would twist into unimaginable agony. 

Upon their hovercraft hundreds of performers that previously remained out of sight arrived as the mystic monsters of excess that brought down hundreds of the dancers. The simulated carnage was brief, as soon after the hovering performers picked up supposedly fallen men and women and flew towards the sky in a widening spiral 

As one, the elderly men of the council of High Studies stood up from their seats as the sky split, and a thundering bolt crushed into the earth. The millions of the audience gasped as one in the mistaken belief that this was a component of the performance, but this was far from the case. Nonetheless the actors went on in the mistaken belief this was some part of the performance they themselves were not informed of, their choreography continuing almost perfect and unabated even through the air becoming hazy as heat emanated from molten earth at the impact site.

Quite discretely thousands of drones flew to the site, investigating what happened from afar. Every single type of scanner starting from the mundane auspex to the complex machines attuned to the aether that would detect presence of void shields and gellar fields. Most of them returned readings that were very, very difficult for the Polymaths to interpret, but one thing that all agreed upon was the shape present at the very centre of the display. Weakly, a child rose. Yet as calculations of distance and perspective were done, it became very clear that although the proportions would be of a child, this was no ordinary boy. The thing was as tall as an adult, and it became clear that the silky metallic skin was no costume. The conclusion that this was an alien was the one reached first, but soon a few voices suggested that perhaps this was one of the beasts of excess that the Eldar had warned about. Indeed, this theory soon found support as the creature began to pirouette and spin, to somersault and leap with a speed and grace that not only the human dancers had failed to achieve, but indeed well surpassed that of the Eldar as the few present who had witnessed them could remember.

This was something extraordinary, and one by one the viewers realized that today would forever change how the folk of Asclepius lived. 

With a single leap with arms behind it the child crossed the outer circle of dancers, before on the tips of its feet skipping between the other layered circles of performers. Eventually it left the stage, where it began to cartwheel through the crowds almost inexplicably weaving its way through the watchers without touching a single soul despite being larger than most men. 

At last, it arrived at the steps that would bring it up towards the high view of the Council of High Studies, the High Polymaths with beards flowing well past their feet watching the thing with a mixture of awe and fear. Hundreds of defensive drones had assembled, yet they were struggling to keep track of it. As it began to sprint up the steps now lacking the previous grace and artistry, the old men suddenly began to sweat as they now perceived a threat before them. Rail shots and lasers flew, but they only served to smash the anti-grav staircase to plasglass splinters as the creature went well past the steps. Yet when it was at last before the circle of ancient humanity, it did not tear them to pieces as they assumed. Rather perplexingly, it went upon one knee. One hand was pressed to its heart, and another outreached towards the old men with a smile on its lips as the head went down towards the ground in deference. Despite the apparent physical supremacy, the creature seemed to openly genuflect towards the Polymaths in a most unexpected gesture of submission. 

To Asclepius, the great demiurge had brought interesting times.