There was a time, the word-weavers say, when our planet was a thing of beauty.  Plants grew tall and healthy, the cool air drifted over the hills and valleys, and the Golden Cities were still full of life and activity. 

            Back then the Emperor, beloved by all, saw our beauty and granted us the greatest gift; ascension into his Imperium.  The stories say that he even walked upon the surface of Lelantus.  We joined his crusade into the stars above, bringing with us the ample food of our fertile planet to feed the multitudinous masses that followed in His wake. 

            Then came the Time of Darkness, when those most loyal to the most beneficent Emperor turned against him.  For us it was the Time of Tests.  Vile ones set foot upon our planet, tainting it with their very presence.  At the time to rise up against these traitors, we failed.  Cowering in our golden halls we let evil take our planet. 

            At the triumph of good, when the greatest of evils was cast down, those traitors still on our planet fled into the void to escape holy vengeance. 

We too were made to answer for our sins. The Time of Penance had come, and our sun spat and roared in response to the anger of the Emperor at our cowardice.  The sky turned red, storms roared across the planet, and the power of our angry sun scorched the land. 

            Now we live not in golden cities, but concrete hab blocks.  We hide from the light of the Emperor, for we are not worthy.  We can only pray for forgiveness and suffer the Time of Penance until our salvation is delivered.

-Reflections Upon Damnation - High Priest Kar Icarus