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The Yahwoans

Yahwoans are members of the celestial race and were known as the Life-Bringer Celestials. They earned this title in the cosmic hierarchy is because their responsibility is creating life and the stars in the cosmos. Their main role is to birth life by planting a cosmic seed on the surface of a planet and life will begin to form and multiply depending if the conditions on the planet are met. Yahwoans are not responsible for how life-forms are designed, only nature has to take its course and evolution will help adapt them to become the highest life-form of their ecosystem. Furthermore, Yahwoans are the only celestials who can enter the physical plane in their true forms. However, they must strictly wear armor plates to seal in their cosmic power. Without it they could unintentionally destroy small sections of the universe, but they will proceed to remove plating of their armor if necessary when a cosmic threat endangers life. Throughout the multiverse each Yahwoan are sent to one universe to perform their tasks and are permanently stationed there. One Yahwoan can manage by itself if a threat goes underway.

Lore I:
"I was born when the first universe collapsed... I remember seeing only darkness... I remember being motionless, unmoving, I remember feeling that emptiness inside me, like I wasn't complete. I was in that state for possibly a millennia. Before, that day there had never been a Celestial. There had never been a Yahwoan. Before I could experience a little grasp of passion, confusing thoughts slowly manifested. I was thinking...questioning myself; Where I am? Who I am? What is my purpose? At the time, I didn't realized I was even thinking nor realizing I was sentient. It was... uncanny.

I stopped asking questions to myself when I noticed illumination shining at my direction. It was new to me. I looked up subconsciously and saw there was light shimmering onto my eyes. And from that light came forth the Primordials. The moment I saw them descending down unto me, that was when my mind clicked. I suddenly became aware.

I turned to my right and became flummoxed at another Yahwoan next to me. It caught my attention that we looked very identical. There wasn't any distinguishable differences between us. I then shifted to my left and there were more Yahwoans. We all looked at each other, analyzing one another like curious children. It wasn't long after when one of the Primordials spoke across the unknown space we stood in, which later became the Macrocosm Realm.

By instinct, I immediately stood tall like discipline soldiers as so did other Yahwoans. When they grabbed our attention, they revealed to be our creators and also our true purpose. The one question I yearned for the past millennia. That is my origin of how I came to be."

Lore ll:
"The universe is a constant exchange of matter and energy. We Yahwoans can manipulate that energy to generate gravity, heat and light for new galaxies to form and everything within it. When the planets and suns are arranged and formed we then take a piece of our life-force and plant them on the surfaces of the planets. However, this process can only be done when the conditions are met for life to flourish and evolve. Without us the universe will fall dark and chaos will plunged creation, thus all life will die. That is our true purpose in the nature of this universe."

"Here they call me, Ptah."
"For eons I have been the Gardener and the protector since this universe in the beginning had no light. I'd swore an oath to take priority to flourish life on countless worlds and obliged to fulfill my duties since the day I was born. For a long time I've traveled across the infinite mass of space, creating new galaxies and seeding life as we know it.

As long as I was present I'd noticed many life-forms shriveled faster than I could create and it made me very concerned, however there was no one who could answer my question... no one I could turn too, not even my maker. I came into terms that I was alone. The only thing existing. Overtime I reflected why the life-forms I seeded were dying. At first, I speculated it was my functionality—I believed it was my designed flaws that I couldn't execute my duties well enough.

For the next millennia, I began to scour across the corners of space, in hopes of finding the answer. So I began to perform many analysis and gathered samples from deceased worlds that had perished. Analyzing the worlds and life-forms could help me determine the causes and also help improving on myself. As I continued in my travels to collect more samples I discovered something staggering. A new discovery of similar entities like me occupying in this corner of the universe. There were in fact dozens of them and so I stayed afar to keep a distance away to specifically observe them to determine wether or not they pose a threat.

Spending hundreds of years surveilling these new entities, I concluded they were no danger; some were rather confused and curious, however there were four who I caught my interest and they were distinguishably different from the others. They were attempting to create a perfect sun they see around them, but all of them were unsuccessful. At the time, I could've interfere and helped them, but I figured it was best if I'd remained behind and continue to observe. There existence did had me ponder— how long have they been here? Did my maker answered my callings? Or were they simply to replace me because I am flawed? Either way it didn't bother me the second I think about it.

Since my arrival when the universe was still young, there has only been darkness and I was the only light radiating in the darkness void. Most of these entities radiated a bright blue or dark blue in appearance of a galaxy, blended very well with the universe. It was almost they were hardly seen. These specific four shined a golden bright light appearance like me.

Once I've observed them long enough, I believed it was time I introduced myself.