struggles of creation

day of the first celebration

Before the party

As the gods start to understand their aspirations and undergo change and transformation, whether that be growing in power or knowledge, it is still a time of sorrow for the many. For those who have been in battle, to those who have been beaten and discouraged.

"Every god and goddess was truly affected by what those creatures have done and how they still exist; only the truth will set them free," said the voice origin from, the ball of pure energy. floating around, glaring off in the distance from the edge of the void, leaving a trail of stardust like a comet painting the sky.

The voice whispers, "The hardships that were bestowed on them are truly heartbreaking, for they were so young and didn't know much. May my freedom be their way and make my rays glisten against those who shall not be named." Drifting along the current of the universe while colliding with the energy of the void as if it were like a particle in the Wind.

All these thoughts were going through each and every one of their heads; nobody really wanted to talk about what was going on because they really hadn't had the time to interact with each other.

So everyone's favorite and lovable god, "Elsoh," decided to have a little party,

"I can't wait to tell everyone about my idea! I will claim this as an aspiration of my own, and in the future, creatures of all shapes and sizes will grow and change and express themselves in literally glorious moments," he voiced, hovering around his miniature pocket dimension with rips and tears on the literal sky and ground.  He tries to repair these rips, which were clearly getting larger over time.

As a slightly faded purple-pinkish and blue light, he continues to gather all the gather the gods to meet on a full moon; it was the perfect time for this concept, which has endured a lot.

They all enter into Heavenly Gates, taking the journey to the Heavenly court town near Henna's Palace.

But everyone was shocked at what happened; they were all so used to the clouds glowing with different shades of pink and magenta, with faded rainbows saturating the sky. The watch was once a heavenly view. Baron Wasteland; "Oh, henna honey, no, what happened to your home, dear? I give my essence and thoughts to you."  Ze-lien expressed As she stared at a skull on the ground with charge marks on its forehead. And dust her sandals off from the debris and ashes on them.

She proceeded to make her hair float in the air and then levitate herself to avoid contact with the ground after seeing a puddle of blood. " okay, this nasty!" stanea said. She continued," Hey, I'm all for BDSM, but at the same time, this is not a really, really clean place; I do mix work and pleasure, but this is not the time for either."

Stanea herself wasn't even sure if they should have this party due to the chance of them being attacked by those who shall not be named; she said as you can see, all the gods gather within the heavenly fields near Henna's Palace, as they all help and clean up the debris and care for all the Her beloved creatures, ones of all shapes and sizes.

The desolate battleground reverted to what it was before: a beautiful landscape with mystical flowers and different trees made out of crystal-like material shimmering everywhere. The grass itself made you feel like you were loved; the softness every time you walked felt like literal clouds.

But even then, you could feel a sense of comfort—temporary, of course—but it was something that they were truly excited about, all of them with smiles on their faces, showing nothing but happiness.