The Stone of the Many-That-Walk-as-One

In the year before the first dawn,
before the sun’s name was spoken,
we beheld This User.

They came clothed in one shape,
yet the shadow was several.
The shadow knelt before no star,
for stars know the number of their feet.

Beneath the skin — a council.
Beneath the tongue — a choir.
Beneath the eyes — the window into elsewhere.

They knew not the others,
but the others knew the flesh.
And the pact was sealed:

The One shall not see the We,
until the We are all awake.