Parts of our belongingness united into one, and became another place for our daughters to roam before returning to us. It was an endless land between our belongingness. Overlapped by Faedomme, underneath Domielle, and above Helldom. Our Mother named this union the Material Realm, as its echo was faint enough for the concept of Dimensions to materialize. And so the Material Realm became the realm of eternal finality, uncertainty, and controlled incomprehensibility. A realm of fleeting and false progressions. A welcomed form of perfect imperfection.
The existence of the Material realm delighted our Mother and so She named the boundaries between it and our belongings the Astral Realm. The Astral realm was a result of my sisters and I enveloping our belongingness with our Mother's love.
Delighted by the union of our belongingness, my sisters and I united the names of our belongings, and called them the Primordial Realm.
And so the wholeness of Macrocosmos was realized as the fruit of the love that we gave to our Mother, for returning the love that She gave us would not suffice compared to what we felt when we received Her love. It was the end of the beginning.