Beholding

An element is many things. The comfort and beauty of its softer edges, the swift death of its harsh realities. A god is an element given a face- and the mind to wish to curate its own image.

The gods cast off those aspects of themselves that conflicted with their images. The terrible, wrathful, fearful aspects of their elements that sustained only their own existence.

Newly untethered, those fears would grow, and mutate, and warp, come to prove why no deity could keep them near.

The Beholding was created when the Windsinger, in his endless pursuit of freedom for his Flight, cast off the part of himself that filled the space between objects, hearing the telling of every secret, the conclusion of every action, the answer to every question; declaring that none should ever bear the burden of an omnipresent god.

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