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[color=#a98bb5][size=6][font=times new roman]⌈ creation and transcendence ⌋
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[color=transparent]iiiiiiiii[/color][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=1164249&skin=25910&apparel=1749,29243,6270,29219,3691,3620,3619,3702,3639,3640,1098,15731,32283,24062,24066,24067,24061,24063,15705,15697&xt=dressing]eno[/url] was the first of the four to be born. wreathed with starlight and cloaked with a visage of galaxies, she descended on a lonely world. it was so devoid of life when she had arrived — she was but a splotch of color on a canvas of greys and whites. she so wished to see life bloom in this land, and her desires were answered with a flower. it was the lightest shade of purple, so light that it almost matched the boring shades of white that surrounded her.
[color=transparent]iiiiiiiii[/color]she was delighted by this new life. it kept her company for three days before it withered, as all life does. [i]how fragile[/i], she had thought. [i]how fragile life is.[/i] so to make up for her loss, she grew a garden fit for gods from her thoughts. she filled her heart and her soul with lavender, sky blue, and light oranges. she created colors she never knew existed, created stars from her tears, and lit up her universe with twinkling companions. once or twice she would bless her children with life, and smiled as she watched the minuscule figures explore their small world.
[color=transparent]iiiiiiiii[/color]but they died out all to soon. she was lonely. while the transient beings she had created kept her company for eons, they offered no source of conversation, and she couldn't reveal herself to the insignificant beings she had created. she knew she would get attached, and feel loneliness like never before as she watched them die. and that simply could not do. yet she couldn't do anything about it. she was baffled by her own creation, and her inability to pass on like a mortal served to confuse her the most. she broke the rules her universe had set in place, and for what reason? perhaps she was meant only to be the moderator, and her existence would end with its destruction. perhaps there was a god even greater than she, who kept watch over the multiverse. or perhaps she was destined to be alone to drown in nothingness. these were all things she thought of, yet each of her new theories seemed more improbable than the last.
[color=transparent]iiiiiiiii[/color]after a millennia of nothingness, a single planet finally caught her eye. she did not know the name at the moment, but the living beings on that planet were sending waves like she had never seen before into space. the waves of a new creation, created by greed and conflict. her eyes grew wide, watching as battle lust and tears became the feeding grounds of a new creature. it was gold, a color that was so rare to her that she was struck dumb with wonder. a new being that she had not created — what was the meaning of it? perhaps it was formed because an emotion new to her universe had taken shape: anger, something novel that she soon realized could only be felt by complex life forms.
[color=transparent]iiiiiiiii[/color]the newly birthed god was of much interest to her. it writhed and cried sometimes, but it mostly remained still as stone as it watched the ravages of war with a grin. while she had tried her best to protect the fragile life she created, this new god seemed to laugh with joy as that life tore itself apart. she had thought that this new appearance could have ended her years of loneliness, yet it brought her much sadness to see how much it loved seeing pain. her new companion was created from an accident, like she, and were alike in every way but their demeanor. how could a creature so similar be so different? so she chose to watch from the backdrop of space, and avoid contact with this new god as much as possible.
[color=transparent]iiiiiiiii[/color]that proved to be much more difficult than she had thought. as this new god grew, so did its sphere of influence. soon, conflict started brewing on other planets that the new god had touched, and its laughter could be heard in all realms of existence. eno couldn't stand it, and she herself felt fury for the first time. in a wave of anger, she descended. being much older and powerful, she almost ripped the new god to shreds. yet she stopped herself with a single thought. she was becoming that which she hated. a lonely god, driven to madness with anger and sadness. so she fled, and the blood of the god of war froze into stones that drifted through space, occasionally drifting towards an unfortunate planet. the [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=1164148&skin=26737&apparel=1750,24047,34195,24048,1094,3698,24049,26941,3634,24053,24052,8600,454,2332,2334,2333&xt=dressing.png]god of war[/url] survived, scarred and confused. there was another being like it?
[color=transparent]iiiiiiiii[/color]their stalemate was only ended by the appearance of a third being: an autumn spirit that came in the wake of civilization, and during a period of extended peace. perhaps they both felt drawn to the new birth. or perhaps the new birth felt drawn to them, which inevitably set eno and the god of war on a collision path.
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⌈ creation and transcendence ⌋
iiiiiiiiieno was the first of the four to be born. wreathed with starlight and cloaked with a visage of galaxies, she descended on a lonely world. it was so devoid of life when she had arrived — she was but a splotch of color on a canvas of greys and whites. she so wished to see life bloom in this land, and her desires were answered with a flower. it was the lightest shade of purple, so light that it almost matched the boring shades of white that surrounded her.
iiiiiiiiishe was delighted by this new life. it kept her company for three days before it withered, as all life does. how fragile, she had thought. how fragile life is. so to make up for her loss, she grew a garden fit for gods from her thoughts. she filled her heart and her soul with lavender, sky blue, and light oranges. she created colors she never knew existed, created stars from her tears, and lit up her universe with twinkling companions. once or twice she would bless her children with life, and smiled as she watched the minuscule figures explore their small world.
iiiiiiiiibut they died out all to soon. she was lonely. while the transient beings she had created kept her company for eons, they offered no source of conversation, and she couldn't reveal herself to the insignificant beings she had created. she knew she would get attached, and feel loneliness like never before as she watched them die. and that simply could not do. yet she couldn't do anything about it. she was baffled by her own creation, and her inability to pass on like a mortal served to confuse her the most. she broke the rules her universe had set in place, and for what reason? perhaps she was meant only to be the moderator, and her existence would end with its destruction. perhaps there was a god even greater than she, who kept watch over the multiverse. or perhaps she was destined to be alone to drown in nothingness. these were all things she thought of, yet each of her new theories seemed more improbable than the last.
iiiiiiiiiafter a millennia of nothingness, a single planet finally caught her eye. she did not know the name at the moment, but the living beings on that planet were sending waves like she had never seen before into space. the waves of a new creation, created by greed and conflict. her eyes grew wide, watching as battle lust and tears became the feeding grounds of a new creature. it was gold, a color that was so rare to her that she was struck dumb with wonder. a new being that she had not created — what was the meaning of it? perhaps it was formed because an emotion new to her universe had taken shape: anger, something novel that she soon realized could only be felt by complex life forms.
iiiiiiiiithe newly birthed god was of much interest to her. it writhed and cried sometimes, but it mostly remained still as stone as it watched the ravages of war with a grin. while she had tried her best to protect the fragile life she created, this new god seemed to laugh with joy as that life tore itself apart. she had thought that this new appearance could have ended her years of loneliness, yet it brought her much sadness to see how much it loved seeing pain. her new companion was created from an accident, like she, and were alike in every way but their demeanor. how could a creature so similar be so different? so she chose to watch from the backdrop of space, and avoid contact with this new god as much as possible.
iiiiiiiiithat proved to be much more difficult than she had thought. as this new god grew, so did its sphere of influence. soon, conflict started brewing on other planets that the new god had touched, and its laughter could be heard in all realms of existence. eno couldn't stand it, and she herself felt fury for the first time. in a wave of anger, she descended. being much older and powerful, she almost ripped the new god to shreds. yet she stopped herself with a single thought. she was becoming that which she hated. a lonely god, driven to madness with anger and sadness. so she fled, and the blood of the god of war froze into stones that drifted through space, occasionally drifting towards an unfortunate planet. the god of war survived, scarred and confused. there was another being like it?
iiiiiiiiitheir stalemate was only ended by the appearance of a third being: an autumn spirit that came in the wake of civilization, and during a period of extended peace. perhaps they both felt drawn to the new birth. or perhaps the new birth felt drawn to them, which inevitably set eno and the god of war on a collision path.
