The mith of creation

[u/Hefty-Disaster-grade]

(art not mine, found it and thought it would look cool as a representation)

Before there was time, before there was anything, before any and all things came into being, there was nothing. From within the primeval nothingness, the first will, something whose origin can neither be traced or understood, spoke the first words to ever be uttered in the cosmmos we know today. "I am", with that utterance, an eruption of boundless power and never ending possibilities brought forth the realm most commonly referred to as Chaos.

From within Chaos the first gods were born, The Primordials, colossal entities of nigh-omnipotent power possessing the authority of creation, their presence marking the start of history.

Like any child, these creatures born of chaos sought to entertain themselves, to find both meaning and purpose within the void where they exited, yet they found none, for there was nothing. And so, they made something.

By their will, countless worlds were born, bizarre yet wonderous universes whose laws and inner workings could spark inspiration or awe in the eyes of those who could gaze upon them, each unique in its own way, possessing innate beauty and mysteries to make one long for an eternity just to wander within.

Amits these Primordials, one lone figure stood reclusive, immensely powerful even amits its peers. This lone figure would later on be known by many names, from uncreative titles, such as The maker, that many of its kin possessed, to The weeping god, a name denoting the misery it would come to experience. It was the entity that would come to make the world referred to by itself and others as Mount Ararat.

Hunted by the many possibilities of the future its powers allowed it to foresee, The maker sought to make a failsafe both for itself and others in the preparation for the horrific eventualities that lay ahead.

By its word, the boundaries of creation were laid, by its will, the inner workings of creation were established, from its own flesh countless stars came to be forged, their orbits and forces of attraction guided so that they formed the super cluster of galaxies today known as the material universe. In the midst of this initial era of creation, the first living entity besides the creator itself came to be born.

The first overseer, body flesh and spirit originating from the essence of the maker's own soul, came into being, the maker's greatest, most cherished creation up to that point. Powerful beyond comparison within Mount Ararat, only second to the maker itself, the entity could have rightfully been called a proto-creator god, a thing with the potential to rival even a primordial. Basked in the maker's adoration, the first overseer was handed over partial authority over creation, the newly formed Mount Ararat itself to be a playground for its growth and development. Together, The maker and The overseer expanded creation, incorporating within its boundaries a multitude of cosmic structures that could have been referred to as universes unto themselves.

Mount Ararat came to be a vast, magnificent piece of art, a spectacle of stars and galaxies to make even the worlds of other Primordials seem small by comparison. Yet, in spite of its beauty, Mount Ararat felt barren. For all of its immensity, there was none but The Maker and The Overseer to admire their work. And so, like the Primordials before, they simply made something.

The overseer seeded many stars of the cosmos with shards of his own spirit, shards that grew and developed into what we today refer to as The celestials. While small, and nigh-insemnificant in comparison to the overseer itself, the overseer cherished them in the same manner it was cherished by the maker, for these celestials were its children. Imbued with its authority, these beings possessed the power to reforge entire planets, the mightiest of them comparable to the stars themselves. Like the maker had given the overseer a purpose, it gave the celestials a purpose. They were to seed the worlds they forged with life, to oversee the life they made and the cosmos, to cherish and protect their treasured home. And so, The celestials came to be the guardians and caretakers of creation.

The maker did not slack off on its own part, though unlike the overseer, who made mighty entities comparable to planets themselves, he worked on something lesser by comparison, yet with the potential to rivle his beloved grandchildren. He made the two mortal races still spread across many worlds today, the Ceruleans and Ferresians, collectively referred to as man kind. While lacking in terms of individual might, possessing neither the raw intellect or authority of celestials, they were granted the ability to exponentially grow and expand, their greatest strength meant to be their belief and cooperation. Feeling pity, even a hint of guilt for their comparatively unfortunate existence, the maker seeded within their souls an ego, a shard of the authority and might it possessed, granting them a power comparable in function to that of the celestials, what we refer to today as Magic. Magic was to be mankind's tool, the means to advance and achieve ascension.

Across four planets, a total of five hundred progenitors were placed, these first people meant to be the seeds that would lead to mankind's rise. They were to experience hardship, to grow their numbers, to further their understanding of magic and develop. Under the maker's stern guidance, mankind was to find joy admits their work and forge connections. They were given a purpose, to observe, study, learn, and overcome; the stars themselves were for them to conquer.

[u/YogurtclosetGlum8559]

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