It is said that Creation turns in a cycle, an endless repetition of the Divine rising and falling, an ebb and flow of purity and corruption, of madness and rationality, of creation and war.
Just as it has been, just as it will always be.
It is said that in some of these cycles, Creation teeters or falls entirely, consumed in Apocalypse or Blight, and a spark in the void simply ends
Just as it has been, just as it will always be.
It is said that once a spark ends, well, that is it. All that was within that spark ends with it.
Just as it has been, just as it will always be.
* * *
But sometimes those saying such things are wrong.
Sometimes, an ember remains.
Sometimes, the end ... isn't
Sometimes, the Apocalypse is simply the next beginning
* * *
You are one of the huddled masses of humanity, surviving on the remnants of shattered realms in the aftermath of the War of the Gods. But you have learned a truth: this is not the first such conflict, nor will it be the last. In this lull between one cycle and the next there are fragments of celestial power that have not yet coalesced into the Divine. You have found such a spark within yourself, a quiescent godhood.
Enough perhaps that you may become one who Awakens, or one who wakes them?
Behind stretches a procession of Divines rising and falling, a legacy extending aeons. Ahead, the path is unknown: the Tree is shattered, but Nine Spheres have been reborn and soon their Divines with them
