There are two Tongues across the arrangement of existence that I have come to understand, though understand is perhaps too generous a word for what I hold regarding the second one.
THE First Tongue can be considered the language of Infinity. Its letters and words of power are carved into the substrate of Observable Existence with the permanence of things that were placed there during THE First Cause and have been accumulating interpreters ever since.
Many beings across the long span of cultivation have touched its letters. Many have learned to speak its words with sufficient precision to produce the structured expressions.
THE First Tongue is, in this sense, a shared inheritance. Difficult to master. Possible to approach. Available, in some fragment or another, to anyone who climbs far enough to reach it. Its Phonemes, Logos, and Philologies are there.
