Tapestry_of_Destiny
"Do not envy the gods, my son-for they burn most true."
When boredom becomes divine, even the void finds something to do.
Aphrodel was not born-he decided to exist. Crawling from the silence between realities, he wore madness like a coat and tried on mortality like masks in a dressing room. Tyrants, poets, children... gods.
This is not a tale of good or evil.
It's the story of a being who became the god of the feeling you get when you forget something important because you walked through a doorway.
A cosmic myth laced with absurdity, horror, forgotten love, and eldritch diapers.