The Fallen Earth
Before the glistening effluvium of this universe spilled forth from the cosmic egg, the globe upon which we dwell was the goddess Barbelzoa, beloved and only daughter of he whose true name may not be spoken, but who is called in the tongue of the Old Ones, as it is used among the human race, Azathoth. She sat upon the left hand of the throne of creation, and her beauty and wisdom were the twin shining stars of her eyes, so resplendent that no shadow could endure to approach to the throne. The music of her father's flute trilled forth with pure harmonies, and the twelve gigantic gods who dance upon empty space about the throne, sustaining the web of realities with their measured steps, continued with grace and decorum. The trilling notes of the flute spiraled outward unsullied and brought forth a universe filled with bright stars.
The chief messenger and soul of the Dancing Gods, who is named Nyarlathotep in the tongue of the Old Ones as it is used by men, looked upon Barbelzoa from his throne seat at the right hand of Azathoth, and he desired to possess her purity. Behind the back of her father, he took the virgin goddess by force, in a way that is not like the way of men, but is without the joining of flesh. He gained nothing by his treachery, for her brightness died within his darkness and left behind it only a bitterness on his tongue. In her shame, the goddess could not bear to face wise Azathoth on his throne, who could see into all hearts. She cast herself despairing down from the mount of the triple wisdom seat, down the ninety-three steps and over the edge of the abyss into the wilderness of stars.
The lower she fell, the more of her shining substance turned to dull and solid matter. Nyarlathotep pursued her like a stooping dragon. She heard his cry of rage in her mind and pressed her transformed body of dense matter around herself to conceal her shining nature. Tighter and tighter she wrapped her solifying form around herself, so that she became a globe no different in outward features from millions of other globes that revolve around the stars spun forth on the music of her father's flute. The weight of matter pressing upon her soul sent her into a deep sleep that is like death. This she did not anticipate, but she could not escape it. In this sleep she dreams, and watches in her dreams what transpires upon the surface of the sphere that is her material body, but she never remembers her true name, or how she cast herself from a high estate down through the gateways of many dimensions into this hellish plane.
When Azathoth learned of Barbelzoa's plunge into the depths of matter, his grief drove him mad. With his own fingernails he raked out his eyes, and in sympathy the twelve Dancing Gods became blind. His flute shrieked and cracked, so that it no longer gave forth pure notes, but forever after made music that was imperfect. He tore off his fine robes and squatted naked and disheveled on his throne, which turned black from the blackness of his despair. He forgot himself in madness. His hair became matted, his body clotted with his own filth. He could not cease to play his flute, for that is his very reason to exist, but the music that came forth was disordered, and caused the dancing of the twelve Blind Gods to stumble and falter. The creations that arose from their dance were flawed.
After measureless ages of searching the length and breadth of the cosmos, Nyarlathotep found the sphere of Barbelzoa circling a small but ancient yellow star, far removed from the center of creation.