The "Far Realm" of the Outer Dark

"The lands beyond the veil..."

Beyond the ken of mortal understanding... Beyond the boundaries of three-dimensional space and time... Beyond the light of a thousand thousand suns lies the utter darkness of The Far Realm, or The Outer Dark.
Sometimes called "The Land Beyond the Veil" or "That Which Lies Beyond the Curtain of Dreams," The Far realm is the antithesis of it's most closely aligned proxy, the Near Realm. At least, that is what some believe. None can be certain, save for the mad.
Is it a place? Another dimension? A concept or figment of godly imagination? None seem to even partially understand the question, let alone postulate an answer. Suffice to say, the lands beyond the curtain are so hypothetical, so mysterious that they would never have been dreamt of, had it not been for their denizens' violent incursion into our own universe.
It is believed by the blasphemous that the gods, the very Lords of Celene, did not arrive on Gothenya by chance or even choice. Rather, they were chased here. Harried across the vast expanse of the universe by forces from The Far. Forces that sought to destroy them. Destroy the gods themselves.
Others dare speculate that the beings from the Outer Dark are in fact the progenitors of our own gods. The fathers of our fathers. That they've become, for reasons unknown, dissatisfied with the Lords of Celene. That they seek to admonish or even replace them.
All is conjecture. Nothing is known. Everything is an illusion.
What about us lowly mortals? Where do we fall in the plans of those beyond divinity? The mortal mind cannot fathom the truths of the spaces between the stars. To even contemplate too deeply courts madness and despair. But such things have never been a true deterrent to a peoples possessed by desire... a need to understand.
Several thousand years past, a single name began to circulate amongst the civilizations of men. A name so cryptic, yet powerful, that it alone could disrupt one's sanity by simply concentrating upon it....
Faldrighel...
The Elder Being. The Elder God. Father of the Unraveling. Harbinger of the Circle's End.
Some think the elder being, an entity which may or may not even exist, is deity to our own deities. Father of the gods. That when the Lords of Celene dream, they dream of him. Of it.
Foolhardy human cults have even sprung up around the worship of Faldrighel. Do they seek his mercy in their supplication? Or do they merely wish to see the world, nay all the worlds, burn? All that is certain is that they are entirely mad. To the very last man. Insane. Cackling. Irredeemable.
If Celene fled from Faldrighel and its ilk, the question that remains is why? And if there are more elder entities beyond Faldrighel, dare we ask... how many are out there?
If they have the ability to unmake the universe, does that mean they created it in the first place?
For centuries, Faldrighel's name, along with the mere concept of "The Far," were things spoken of only by academics and certain inmates of the asylums of Varuumae Corona. But lately, there's been a shift.
The popularization of Faldrighel came along with the worship of Krytuss, Lord of Corruption. For some reason, the dark lord desires his faithful to also revere the Elder Being. But why? What could Krytuss stand to gain from such a distraction to his disciples?
It is even said that Essendra Halbion, the "Usurper Queen" (or "The Queen in Exile"), has some spiritual connection to this unknowable god. His name spreads with each and every settlement that falls to her forces. Did she acquire this taste for "The Far" from her Lentokki allies? Those rumored to be backing her claim to the throne of Wyeth? And if so, what about the forces of The Barony of Rocha? How could they, in good conscience, concede to any plan involving "The Father of the End?"
All that this writer knows is that they are growing. In number and in power. The name Faldrighel spills from the lips of more and more people as the days grow darker. I fear that in writing this missive, that I too invoke something malignant and terrible. That I've somehow contributed to the unraveling of the fabric of our own reality!
As I sit here, staring from my window atop The Tower of Light, I watch the setting sun and wonder. How many cycles shall pass before the sun no longer rises in the east? And I feel that only one entity knows the answer. And he is not the sharing kind.