struggles of creation

Time Must Resume

We gaze out upon the vast emptiness of the ocean known as The Void, where nothingness stretches out endlessly, as we witness the convergence of five particles. These particles collide with an incredible force, unleashing a highly explosive reaction, thus creating a colossal new universe. Despite the slight alterations, a ripple of glitching matter heralds the resumption of existence in this newly formed reality.

As everything starts to settle, we're taken back to the battlefield, once a beautiful heavenly landscape shrouded in mystery and wonders, with species of every size all existing in heavenly peace.

To a discarded shell shrouded in decay and ruins, dreary skies fill this once enchanting landscape, and harmonious views, even The Temple, one of the most sacred sites corrupted by this war. We are undergoing a change that seems irreversible, a beauty, a treasure turned into a ruin, and this distorted nightmare of reality.

But even though it appeared like that, parts of it were reacting to the explosion, resulting in this glitchy matter residue, destabilizing and then restabilizing anything and everything that wasn't living organic matter, really anything without a "sense of consciousness."

Existence and time started to settle and resume; the ash and dust that consumed the battleground blew away in the wind—like a light breeze in autumn. Bodies, appendages, and even fluid-like entities were all dead, including some engineers. They were either dismantled and broken or even slowly decade. Like an abandoned building, now only a shell remained, with puddles of golden fluid flowing on the ground, rippling any slight sense of movement.

Not to exclude The Gods, who were all unconscious, inadequately defeated, some slowly drifting to critical conditions. As silence builds the suspense, A large shadow consumes the existing area, casting over everyone as it slowly shrinks. We can see an object very high within the atmosphere trying to pierce through the heavens, breaking through the atmosphere.

We see a feminine entity shimmering like a supernova. Her beauty is intoxicating, and you can feel a sense of motherhood and warmth emanating from her. Behind her, you can see five other figures gradually floating down, creating a small dust cloud as they touch the ground. The aura she released by herself gave a demure-like coating, sprouting a wave of elegances and form and a feeling of security and connectivity.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, a scene unfolds as the influential figures swiftly come together to restore the ravaged land. One of them, a towering being with slightly decayed features, channels energy deep within the earth, repairing the damage with an eerie yet wondrous display of power. Meanwhile, a feminine figure emanates a glorious light, using it to heal those wounded in battle.

A celestial being with silky, flowing hair and mystical, robe-like armor descends gracefully, creating a shimmering temporal bubble to slow down the devastation caused by the other gods. Another woman, adorned in a silk mesh dress and a unique horseshoe-shaped crown, spins with an ethereal elegance, invoking powers to restore the land. Her hair billows in the wind, veiling her face and adding to the mystique of her actions.

As the feminine winged being tends to the divine figures, they begin to stir from their unconscious states. Lunhelo, the first to awaken, bears bruises and a missing eye, attempting to conjure a star and a moon to fill his eye sockets.

However, he falters due to a lack of energy. Struggling to clear the rubble that engulfs him, he calls out to Henna, Elsoha, and Stanea, his damaged ears impairing his ability to hear their responses. This results in his body going into a slight, conscious stasis mode, rendering him powerless temporarily.

As we get closer to the feminine entity with the wings, her face is also covered, hiding her identity with smaller wings, as she uses her abilities to remove the debris, lifting lunhelo up and trying to heal him.