Sisters of Creation

In time, the goddesses came to share a womb of being, which grew unto question. They had come to see what they had to seek was not an answer to their questions, but a question to their answers. As it was, Olith came to reality in their realm of possibilities.

Cerise, being the goddess of space, began by peeling away the skin of their womb, sloughing off anger, death, and jealousy with each strip she peeled.

Xanthe, the goddess of substance, sucked at the flesh, pulling intelligence, wisdom, and progress into her mouth, swallowing the fluids and passing the rest to her sisters with a kiss.

Azora, being the goddess of time, squeezed the womb, singing and wailing songs of beauty, life, and love that swirled out into the cosmos in large arcs as comets and light.

After many moments of this, the sisters turned from themself and collected from the cosmos: Cerise gathered the viscera, Xanthe collected the fluid, and Azora squeezed them together with the lights of her song. The deafening boom and shaking flinched against the flint-faced sisters as their work cracked and exploded in all directions.

The sisters of being had given birth to Olith, a quest within a question, both a realm and a man, an inseparable figure from the field of being. Cerise gave him every-where, the ability to be both man and realm. Azora gave him every-thing, the ability to be any and every substance. Xanthe gave him every-when, the ability to be any moment and all moments distinct and simultaneous. All of these allowed Olith to find any and every aberration of eternality.

The Chosen

Hand picked by the Sisters of Creation to be the chosen caregivers of the laws of Nature.

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