in the beginning . . . there was a πΎππππππππ.
from the great darkness, there came a searing light. it broke through the tangible shadow and banished the forces that lurk back into the corners of the galaxy.
no one speaks the great one's name. but we honor their sacrifice. it was their explosive death that created a spark of life. this spark of life was spread through the galaxy, like seeds sown by a farmer.
and where the sparks landed. life blossomed.
βΆβ.Λ
in the dust that settled following the great one's supernova, a nebula, spun of golden threads and stardust. the birthplace of stars. and, so five were formed. children of the universe, rulers of the new galaxy. gods of the days before time was counted.
riyon, the one of the skies, came together with maren, the one of the waters, to conceive sanctuary from the relentless vacuum of space. and where their tears of pleasure fell, planets were formed.
lennox, who's name means caretaker in its native tongue, nurtured these newly formed planets. he sorted them into systems and placed a spark of life in each group to watch over and grow.
his binary counterpart, born of the same star as he, also came forward. alula, the protector. with the sparks of fire that flared from her, she brought each spark to life.
finally, there was caer. they did not take part in the creation of the galaxy. they did not bless this new world in any way. they simply watched their counterparts work with an inquisitive eye and instead retreated to the shadowy veil between the places where light touches and where dark matter lurks to wait until the time was right to bestow their own gift.
and so, the world came to be.
. . . . Λ .β βΆ










