Thinking about Red Sky and transformation. Mother of Transformation.
The Mira, as I call them, the little swimming offshoots that swim around her, exist in folds of reality where they can only be seen by those who... are able to perceive those folds. They're almost like skin cells, in that, of course, as a god every part of her is so intensely alive and aware.
Them existing in a way one has to be able to be aware of provides a kind of preliminary test or check before anyone goes further. It passively eliminates those who are very unaware from interacting
When interacting... the Mira are eaten, traditionally, Mother's Milk. While there's a lot of effects, being the sort of astral equivalent of drugs as a god's aspect ie much more literal and effective, the one I focus on is uncontrolled transformation of the body
"Deformed" eldritch creatures inspire a motherly instinct in her, that's why I traced back this set of thoughts. The transformations she brings about often have "ugly" effects, at least until the imbiber regains control of their forms and so on, which is taught further down the line
The actual mechanism of this is near impossible to even begin to put to paper. She's the Stars, the True Names of the individual, as well as awareness and form. She's the central gravity that binds a being to itself, a beings selfhood. In communing with her, pure selfhood, one looks in the glass-less mirror of existence and sees themselves without distortion in the place where seeing becomes being. Of course, though, a mirror is still reflection rather than true self, so the self is intimately reflected back in shards of ideas. Keen ears of a cat, broken tooth of a cow, hunger of a wolf, etc, vibrating and reshaping the liquefied reality into the shape Gravity defines. Gravity shapes all things, in this moment Gravity enters the world and the person, hence that person at that point in spacetime is reshaped
