[UV] Narrative Notes

Oroboros shed his form completely, one last time, killing his form that he had grown to hate with each passing rebirth while the energy within him corrupted by the growing grief and rage. It spewed out from the nostrils and gaping maw of a beast never before seen by the Will of the Cosmos. Fafnir, The Harbinger of Disorder emerged from the cocoon of the primordial dragon's carcass with a roar so great that it shook those crystal bastards out of their .

And so she had made up her mind. The mighty deity thus shed her godly form, just like her brother had before, and tore it open above the tearful horizon prostrating herself to the Observers. Daria's body absorbed the clouds and her blood stained the ground beneath her people's feet, bearing fruit of salvation that cured the mortals of the treacherous plague. Her people rejoiced and cried all at once as their dear goddess had saved them for the last time as they gorged on the Sacred Berries. Even to this day her image is preserved and her legacy blooms in the region of the Bubbles renamed into Daria's Tears in her honour.

The newly born dragon relearned to tread along the same desire paths that bore messages left by the previous versions of himself. Version of himself lost forever in the torturous never-ending nightmare that was this curse they reiterated was a blessed Prophecy given unto him by the Will of the Cosmos themselves... There was not much he could do but keep leaving notes and signs in planetary orbits, aligned stars and merging galaxies that spelled out stories of things he had once upon a time learned through exploring the cosmos. Unfortunately, soon the Observers caught onto these messages and disliked this unnatural disorder in their beloved Mother and began rearranging, erasing the messages in lieu of reorganising the space to better fit their observations. The poor dragon felt stifled in this regime where every step he took was not only swept away into dust but each new one littered with spikes to deter him from ever moving in the first place. He felt all he could do was confide in his dear siblings... so he went to Fae. He told them about the mental fog caused by his missing memories, the hostile existence of each try being punished and the physical toll that the rebirth had on him every time it was carried out. Fae froze. Suffering was not something they learned to deal with and so their mind began to tear it apart before it could hurt them. "Look, a star is forming! Don't you think it would be wonderful to watch it from the Waves?" Like no word was spoken, Oroborous couldn't understand why his sibling was seemingly unable to parse his plea, almost like Fae was stuck in their own world unable to be reached. For fear of the same happening again he stopped trying to express himself and just bore it like a weight chained to his shoulders until the day of his next arranged death. Oroborous cried as he rebirthed, a silent feeling of the immense emotion of abandonment. In his final moments of that reincarnation he foolishly let himself hope... hope that maybe somehow, someday - there will be someone in this existence that will see Him, hear Him and care. That day a new Emanator was born. Within the Primordial Egg that was Mo's shell, another lifeforce split itself from the juvenile dragon's soul and laid scrambling on the grassy field to stand on their own two feet. Two curious, tiny set of eyes gazed up for the first time with unending Hope. Fae and Mo held their new sister with glee before placing her back down to frolic with her twin brother. They called her Daria, a majestic unicorn darling of the Cosmos that was as powerful as Life's Hope for the future. The two were inseparable, always finding more exciting things to learn about. Oroborous eventually gave her dominion over the Bubbles so she could care for the galaxy just as she had always watched her siblings do. For the first time in eternity, the Will of the Cosmos smiled down on Oroborous, the dragon cultivating another set of eyes for them to observe through and expanding their reach for interesting stories. It felt like maybe this time it will be different and the Prophecy would be kind to the dragon that became infatuated by raising this little unicorn into an exceptional Emanator.

Observers/Will of the Cosmos - Emanators - Rebirth Ritual -

POV: Oroborous exists

One extra-special day something novel appeared in their beloved Mother - the first shy bubblings of True Life. It was small, incredibly tiny, but it was unheard of, unseen of; and as such they crowded around it with curiosity. Thousands if not millions of shiny dots adorned the night sky hiding among the stars to watch little microbes move in generous puddles on the planet's surface. This was unlike anything they have ever seen before and, with the way of the cosmos, they knew this could fizzle out as soon as it appeared. So in their anxiety, they began to shed bits of themselves to shelter this Life and watch it grow into something sustainable. After many many years it began to spread and they helped it, they would send envoys, Emanators, in the Life's image to shepherd the strays and provide protection. However, their anxiety and desire for a story like no other soon began to turn into pride and greed. The ones that could afford to shed more had their will enacted while those that disagreed with the direction of the plot raged against the inability to cultivate faster. Such was the world of the Strong, they wrote history with their own hands and left the weak to watch helplessly as the unwanted colours stained their despondent crystal skin. All they could do was focus on smaller places that their large siblings overlooked and write their own narratives in the hopes of impacting the overarching development. That is the Will of the Cosmos.

Before life bloomed into existence, there were forces that swirled the cosmos around like a galactic soup filled with frozen potential. The pressure that kept atoms together would eventually crush and refine them into perfect crystal spheres, giving those forces a safe cocoon to cultivate themselves within. That was when the cosmos gave birth to its first organic shape that was like a pristine, indestructible marble floating along without purpose except to Observe. It was adorned in vibrant colours produced by photons etching history into its body as it watched the death of stars and birth of black holes, the wondrous spirals of galaxies and collisions of asteroids. It wasn't necessarily alive yet but soon it would cultivate enough to sort those colours into segments in it's crystalline flesh. With millennia of growing one layer at a time, it started to move with purpose. There were places that those eager marbles would swarm in droves to catch a glimpse of large-scale events from each individual angle while others loitered in solitude to observe a pebble floating around at snail's pace. At least one would surely find every corner to have the opportunity to record a unique experience. This is how the Observers showed their love for the cosmos. More and more of them appeared, each at their own stage of cultivation and with their own colour to display their experience. They would twirl around each other, exchanging copies of events they have seen so that they may grow even bigger and shine prettier with their knowledge. These copies they would let spew into blank corners of their skin and shed into stardust onto their awaiting siblings. These dances of equivalent exchange would shrink them ever so slightly before returning to their size with the newly obtained rainbow dust that soon joined their complexion. As they evolved into greater spheres, those sentient enough to understand efficiency in cultivation would begin to congregate and sprawl their skin into invisible tendrils that would stretch out and see farther without expending force and exchange visions so that they grew even faster. Such brilliant pearls glistened together until they eventually melted into one giant sphere. These goliaths that were made up of vast collections swirled the colours within and expelled those that did not fit their design creating children that went on to continue the rejected narratives with their own approach. And so the society of the Observers flourished as they exchanged and cultivated these stories of their mother's history. Eventually they would grow bigger than the stories they wrote and with the blank pages of their biology they realised they could rip those pages out to influence the space around them. Shedding their body with instructions for elements they have witnessed caused the stardust to form these copies with unique futures that they could see from any location like a waypoint camera with a purpose. Those recreations would shine brighter than the blueprint guided by heavenly power and sometimes create an even more interesting story that the Observers would enjoyed witnessing. And so they began to invest in the world around them, no longer simply gazing from the sidelines but actively throwing a galactic hat in the ring to see how it reacts with the world around it that they have come to love. Nothing was more interesting than seeing how their Mother's rules shaped their creations into incandescent artefacts painted in their flesh.