(In the clasp of time, at the moment you're reading this)
A long, long, LONG time ago there were an innumerable amount of gods. They owned every corner of each room. Trillions of Trillions and they all had their own special inventions. One created love, another created the color green and then every other color (including a few bonus colors no one has discovered since.) They had cultures scattered all across the universe. One among these folk was the Moon, known as the inventor of life. The Moon was happy with this, she could settle for the little things, creating life was no small thing yet her creations never did much. Nothing of what she made could truly think freely or act with its own will but truly she could settle with what she had done, leave free will up to another of her ilk.
Another of the gods to note was Neniam. At some point he discovered a world/place in time, away from the gods, somewhere unobtainable by their hands. He began to write what is now known as the language of confluence to program a device that would link their two worlds together. One world moving forwards and the other moving back as if moving with one-another on a temporal dancefloor.
The third god to note is Death. On a fateful day Death created a way to nowhere, a true nothing. The gods would live forever and so he made a way out, a real end. He had quite the following, mostly philosophers who would say this and think that about what you might find on the other side of Death's Void; the Deathal Void was actually what they called it, what they called me. For a time Death went along with the rest of his life but eventually it consumed all of his time and there you could find Death just sitting around staring at his void. For an astonishing amount of time this went on until one day he stood up and walked right into the Deathal Void without hesitation.
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A spark of mindful-ness appeared in the Deathal Void and it was thought to be Death himself, foolishly all his followers believed Death to be awaiting them on the other side. And so all of his followers, all the gods that aspired to create something as impactful as he, all his hopefuls went right in. In a grand display of the brightest stupidity, a great humility, the universe witnessed the second greatest mass suicide. In an afternoon almost every god had lost someone, every mother lost a son, everyone had lost a friend.
In the following moments (Time working a little different for the gods so lets just say it was one day later.) Neniam completed his contraption and in one suffered grasp the two worlds were connected in time. Neniam had lost a child and a friend the day before and here, facing his greatest works, he found a great nothingness within his heart. With what energy the poor god had left, Neniam approached the Moon and offered up a gift that he had found hiding in his invention, a baby girl.
The child cried out to its mother but the Moon recognized no daughter. "how?" She asked. "That Deathal Void was exactly what I needed to operate the machine. This is what came of my invention, sometime soon you will create the greatest thing the gods have ever made, she is your opus." Neniam said to the tune of a whimper; and then he went into Death. What followed was a grand baby shower where, one by one, all the gods offered up their creations to the Moon as gifts for her child; and what followed that was a grand funeral where, one by one, all the gods but three offered up their lives to the Deathal Void.
