As you near the inner sanctum, you realize that this is not Prymp's House, but some other, one you have never visited. The statue of the Voice of Memory lies broken, it's head lies in a nearby corner, staring right at you. The dead, too, lie all around you, most near the racks where the sacred scrolls were kept, but the racks are empty of all but the traces of dark slime.
As you return the gaze of the head of the statue, it grows more lifelike, and begins to speak. Through some cruel trick, however, Mother Lydia's voice is hoarse and dry, as though she had spent many hours screaming in torture. Even still, she sings to you the following words:
"On the Night when Night rules unopposed, One
will hold the last of the Meyanar whole.
Four stand ready, but only one shall choose, What
future course the stars shall take.
Alone, they are but pretty baubles, but
combined no prison they cannot breach,
For Slumbering god or Faceless horde,
imprisoned Host or Loathsome toad.
And when brought together on Darkest Night,
the stars of Heaven will be undone.
One brought low will be raised on High
to the sadness of us all."