Once Upon a Paradox

Chapter 3: A Godly Affair

Amidst opulent palatial grounds, a vast garden unfolded, adorned with floras that mirrored the hues of galaxies far beyond. The wind carried the essence of these plants like a forgotten memory, one that was so deep that even if drained left much to be desired.

The garden was an eden, a canvas layered with beauties other worldly, colours so distinct they could be studied in equal measure. It was a sight so bold that it would easily demand your attention if walking by.

And in the midst of this garden, admiring its wonders, stood a woman in robes of black entangled around her body loosely like solar storms around a star.

She reached her hand forward, caressing a petal as her skin, dark as the distant voids of space reflected gold accents sprinkled on her, as if engraved. Her skin was a mixture of the pure blackness of void and a dusty blue like distant galaxies.

The aureate accents were placed like minute droplets of molten gold atop her radiant skin. It was a canvas, a masterpiece.

She smiled and took a step deeper into the garden, brushing her thick coily locks of hair behind her ears, they were a dull violet, faint as the aurora borealis. It was as though they held a secret so subtle that the final revelation was to be presumed and owed.

Like a slightly discoloured leaf in a pile. Enough to stand out yet subtle enough that blending in wouldn't prove difficult.

Her coils were circular, a spiral of violet blessings. They weren't loose or tight, just right.

The lady was focused, not at any particular happenings in the garden, just an overall view. Nothing impossible to be fixed.

With a deliberate and methodical rhythm, the woman gracefully extended her arms, her robes and hair swirling in tandem with her elegant manipulations, weaving the very essence of the garden around her. She extended it slowly in a slight crackle, three times over.

With her mouth slightly upturned with satisfaction, her robes adorned with the multi-coloured atmosphere of space, slowly pulled downward by gravity. Her golden ropes, made of the stars themselves, held her robes together.

Her hair slowly flowed down, as if manipulated by another force of gravity. She looked across the garden, now thrice its original size, admiring the variety of efflorescence that now had more space to breathe. It was magnificent.

"Goddess Aetheris!" called out a young male messenger. "You are needed for the morning creepeth forth."

"Very well," she uttered, as she brightened the custom sky above her garden and elevated above it, exposing the dark yet beautifully detailed sky of her heavenly realm.

Aetheris, gently unfurling the cosmic tapestry, casted vibrant hues and twinkles across the celestial horizon.

Creating complex tapestries conveying many meanings, she quickly covered the entire realm with her wonders defying earthly imagination. With a sigh she said, "Let us see what the morrow doth unfold," slowly descending to the ground.

Headed to her palace, her hair and robes contorted to the commands of the wind. She made her way to the front opening and with a glow, activated then deactivated, her eyes opened the doors and transported her infront the throne room, stretched far beyond.

After examining the room, a usual routine, she soon sat upon her throne, adorned with essenced violet on black. Once invisible threads that stretched to outer space began to glow in response to her presence.

Her eyes glowed as she received hundreds of messages telepathically from distant regions.

Her mind scanned through the messages, from solar flares to be put under control, to planets that needed custom terraforming. All these messages from distant universes were possible due to her aetherial threads, strings that transcended the bonds of space itself.