Both the Exile and the Foe are described as Children of Earth, descendants of The Wheel, and are thus blessed to become Names of The Wheel when it does return.Īccording to the Five Creations, the scholar Shohei, claims that humanity did not come from The Carapace, The Glory, The Wood, the children of apes, or from Nowhere. According to the Kinship ending of The Exile DLC, The Wheel will one day return, likely in the company of the The Sun-in-Splendour.
The description of the hunt is difficult to reconcile with the description of the Wheel as usurped from within by the Moth. The vision The Colours That Are Not Black depicts the hunt of The Wheel by The Moth and suggests that prior to the death of The Wheel, The Wood was not yet dark. The Wheel's Heart-principle would explain why it was regarded as a protector of the world. and Alakapuri in Hindu legend was a city ruled by the wealth-god Kubera, known as "the regent of the North ( Dik-pala), and a protector of the world ( Lokapala)." The Wheel as possessing cilia suggests that, for it, hair and fingers may have ultimately been the same. The shears reference a city of wealth in the North. The Wheel may be the "great protector of the world" described on the Alakapurine Shears, as the great protector's hair and fingers were taken from him, and the Moth's tarot card shows a lock of hair and human fingers.
The Temple of the Wheel still exists in the wood, on a high rock outside of the Mansus. According to In Memory of Gods, The Wheel had its skin stolen by The Moth and was thus banished to Nowhere, although in the Meniscate's shadow version of the Mansus it is said that "the Wheel still turns",implying that it is not truly dead. It was one of the six Gods-from-Stone, who came into being before humanity, and one of the five among them who were cast down by the other Hours in the Lithomachy. Its principles were Heart and probably a precursor to Moth. It does not cease and all its involutions are infinite. It might be ugly but it is beautiful like the withdrawing of blood from the labyrinths of glass. With each turn its cilia pulse and wriggle and its body flushes translucent to crimson.
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