To all who inhabit Nirn, to all who watch over it, be it for their own pleasure or their own love,
You have failed. The Missing God gave you a gift; a test from which you could better yourselves, and every last one of you failed it on every level.
To those who rejected it, we shame you. To those who could not make it, we spurn you. And to all of you, we give you a promise.
A promise that failure is never rewarded, it is punished. Not with death, the endless cycle of rebirth is something you have lost the privilege of. 
You are less than that. Daedra, aedra, man, mer, or beast, you are undeserving of the existence given to you. Like Sybandis, like the Nirn That Never Was, you deserve only to be still, silent, and unmoving. 
You are only fit to be fed to the stillborn Nirn. And that is what we will do. We will take your children, we will take your atronachs, your princes, your gods, and throw them to the unliving machine. There will be no heroes to save you, no world-eater to reset you, and no brass god to unbind you. There will only be the greyness that you deserve.
And when all are dead, when every last soul is a part of Sybandis, only then will it all be forgiven. Worry not, for she will watch the world for you after you’re all gone.
Praise Lorkhan. Praise the World. Praise the Ever-Seeing Eye of the Unborn.
-Message sent to the chronographers, source unknown. All references to the “cult of Sybandis” have been purged from relevant systems.