"The first of the Triagons was born of malice. It grasped the flow of the solar terror with both hands, and perched on top of this doomed world. The germ is born."
"It looked up into the sun. Beyond the veil of power. It extended its bulging vascular arms through the boundary and took its share. The disease spreads."
"It assumed total control of the biological shape of things. It became primal engine of technological progress. And so everything started to twist and turn, pulsate and pump. The infection is final."
"When the second Triagon descended from the newly emerging mass of Life, the world was mired in confusion and chaos. The overwhelming clutter of biology got on its nerves, it demanded calm. The feeding begins."
"It saw visions of guts, of decay and metabolism. The opportunity had come to extend a cavern of intestines deep into the ground. To start processing the glut of excess organic mass. To introduce limits to writhing and shitting. Chlorhydric acid."
"Existence became a scarce product, and the nervebags came to detest the limits. Suffering was born. The second Triagon was content with its power. It was happy. Metabolic domination."
"The third Triagon was born of Death. It saw that the world was radiating excess energy. It wanted to put great things into motion. But greatness wasn't possible without value. The first transaction."
"It took its blade and cut a large hole into the boundary, creating a sudden flash of high volume transactional power. And just for a moment things seeped value into themselves, assuming souls. The second transaction."
"The hole was quickly mended, and the overpowering transmission of value was cut short. But in that moment the seed of primordial financial might was planted, and the world took on its transactional form. Conflict and discord emerged, and the third Triagon was ecstatic. The third transaction."