The perpetual cries of the Elderbabies echoed through the vast empty of space. Their cacophony turned into a sharp melody, and then became imperceptibly shrill until it was inaudible to mortal ears. Instead, the cry of the Eclipse was heard deep in the souls of all things living, sending the world into an era of existential dread.
The unending colic could only be quelled by the arrival of Mother, prophesized to take away all pain. However, her promised advent went unanswered for what felt like millennia. Life went from daily anticipation met with disappointment, to desperate clinging onto a rumor of relief, to despondent whispers of legend nearly long forgotten… until now.
She arrived when the dread of the world was at its zenith. The visual feat was incredible. The heavens were illuminated by the ever-brilliant birth of stars, while simultaneously being swallowed by the inescapable gravity of voidal spheres, emerging from infinite fingertips of palms poised in prayer. An ornate crest of galaxies and ancient symbols danced delicately about the edge of Her event horizon, orbiting a pitch black Void at its center. Her scale was beyond gargantuan, beyond cosmic, beyond words and time. It was Her in full, unending glory: Mother Void, The Maker.
Beneath Her crown and within the Void peered outward the eyes of Mother down at her children below. The Elderbabies gazed upwards at the spectacle of their Maker, pained faces yearning for respite. Fret not, children. Mother is here now, and all will be okay.
In an instant, Mother pierced open the aura of her Void, unleashing a vacuum that silenced the weeping children, absorbing not only light and sound, but also negativity. Despair, doubt, anxiety, fear, loneliness, anger, sadness, all absorbed by Mother. Tears of burden rolled down her cheeks. All that remained was an intense quiet across the stars, and every living being stared up at the skies in anticipation.
A melodious hum swelled into existence. It was a million angelic tones of lullaby, previously hindered by distance and muffled through static, but no longer. The song source now stood before them all, and She began her tune with unbelievable symphony. The Elderbabies cry was quelled, liberating the world. The melody rang resonant in the core of every being, persisting for a millennia beyond, and bringing about an epoch of peace across the lands.
It was the birth of a Golden Era.
It was the Age of Tranquility.
It was the Time for Teletubbies.