Many many generations ago, before life even had the words or the language or the mind to understand, the universe was reborn from ashen waste. From this spark of new life, new words, and new language, two deities were to be forged without title.
For those who had lived they had came too late, but for those to follow they would come too early. Untrained and young, these deities represented what was and what would be. They would spend many a century wandering- until one had a thought.
This thought would take form from the ashes, and become life. This life was warden- born of the ashes and set in stone. This was the realization, or beginning, of their purpose.
And have a cool flower I found
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