In the beginning, the universe was a void, a canvas of scattered light and endless darkness. From the emptiness, the goddess Viseyra was born, bestowed with the power to shape creation by the mysterious entity Ga-Eywa. Tasked with bringing balance a...
Arthaz and Azura stared at one another. It was the first time they had seen another being—or anything, for that matter. The vast, empty universe now seemed less lonely. Arthaz found Azura's dark and enigmatic presence alluring, while Azura felt an inexplicable warmth emanating from Arthaz, a sensation that drew her closer.
"Hi," Arthaz said with a smile, his innocence clear.
"Hello," Azura replied softly, her voice echoing in the void.
"This place... it's new to me, to us. Yet, there's this feeling of familiarity, as though I've been here before. As though I've met you before," Arthaz mused, his golden eyes glinting.
"I feel the same. The darkness here feels... familiar, like a part of me," Azura added, her voice tinged with both curiosity and certainty.
"Shall we explore it then?" Arthaz asked, extending a hand.
Azura did not hesitate to follow. From the very beginning, she had felt safe with Arthaz, at ease in his presence. Arthaz felt the same, as though an unseen force was pulling them together. After all, they were made to be compatible. As Versaya had said, one could not exist without the other. But beyond the balance they were created for, they would soon realize they were meant for something more.
Together, they roamed the endless expanse of the cosmos, searching for purpose and meaning. Though they resembled adult beings, they were still considered newborns, filled with wonder and curiosity about the vast universe around them. Arthaz marveled at the beauty everywhere—the interplay of light and darkness, the quiet expanse of the void. To him, even the emptiness held charm. Azura, on the other hand, felt at home instantly. The darkness was her essence, and the void, her domain. Yet, she couldn't shake a sense of vigilance, an instinctive need to protect something—or someone. Perhaps it was Arthaz, or something else. Though they were the only beings in existence, an unshakable sense of danger lingered within her.
For seven cosmic days, they wandered. They neither ate, nor drank, nor rested. As celestial gods, they needed none of those things. But what they had to regulate was their power. It could not remain stagnant for long; it had an unending urge for movement, for creation. Storing it or making it stagnant would cause a cataclysmic explosion. And so, after seven days of not using their powers, just roaming the universe, the immense power of Verseya from Ga-Eywa within them surged. It was too much for their forms to contain, and the power burst forth in an uncontrollable explosion. Arthaz and Azura were unharmed, but in an instant, the raw energy coalesced into something tangible: a palace.
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The structure floated in the void, grand and radiant. Its exterior shimmered with black walls etched in intricate golden carvings that pulsed with power. A soft, warm light surrounded it, giving the dark palace an ethereal beauty. A grand staircase led up to a massive entrance, leading into a vast chamber hall.
"This... this is ours?" Arthaz asked, his voice filled with awe.
"I suppose it must be," Azura replied, equally amazed.
