In the beginning, there was naught but the Void, the great expanse of nothingness that stretched into eternity, known as Kunakkonan. This vast and timeless emptiness knew not the touch of matter or the whisper of energy. From this primordial abyss stirred Lafêšis, the One Creator, an omnipresent being capable of conjuring existence from the formless Void. With divine will, Lafêšis crafted the foundation of all that would be. They wove the spatial tapestry of the cosmos, the manon, dimensions that would cradle existence. They then spun the threads of time, the kairos, to weave a chronicle of ordered change. Lastly, Lafêšis birthed the primal essence of matter, the roklan or chaos, from which all things would emerge. Thus, the Void was transformed into the nascent universe, Seginakkonan.
Whether by the Creator's design or by the nature of their creations, the universe soon underwent a monumental change. As roklan suffused the cosmos, Lafêšis erupted in an infinitely brilliant light, the spiritual energy of sarêlasui scattering throughout existence. This cosmic event, known as the Theofission or Sumuravibonas, would forever alter the universe.
Though the sarêlasui dispersed mostly uniformly, it was not without irregularities. In time, two great concentrations of sarêlasui coalesced into beings of immense power. One named Herself Miþoras, and the other named Himself Nêrukos. As the first spiritual beings, these divine siblings wielded the power to shape roklan, and thus they named themselves sumurai, the Gods. Born of the same celestial origin, Miþoras and Nêrukos felt a profound loneliness and longed to create others from the building blocks of existence.
However, the siblings' desires diverged as their distinct wills took form. Miþoras sought to transform roklan into new and varied forms of matter, imbued with spiritual energy, to create beings of Life. Nêrukos, on the other hand, wished to keep roklan in its raw state, merging it with spiritual energy to birth beings of Chaos. Bereft of guidance or experience, the young gods acted upon their curiosity and yearning for companionship. They quarreled as siblings often do before venturing to separate corners of existence to pursue their distinct visions of creation.
1.2: Creation and Destruction
Nêrukos took roklan in its primal form and shaped a world called Fintenas. He collected golden wisps of light and spun them together into a globe, where they swirled with the dregs of cold, dark matter to create an emulsion. These pockets of spiritual energy became the beings of Chaos that Nêrukos had envisioned. To behold Fintenas was to witness a swirling sea of dark roklan clouds, shimmering with the spiritual light of nascent beings.
Miþoras, however, chose a different path. She took roklan and molded it into physical matter, the bênan, giving substance and form to the shapeless essence. In doing so, she birthed Tanniros, a verdant world teeming with lush and eternal life. She sculpted oceans, brimming with myriad aquatic creatures, and fertile lands overflowing with vibrant flora and fauna, all sustained by the bountiful gifts of the world.
As Miþoras and Nêrukos nurtured their worlds, Nêrukos grew envious of Tanniros's thriving, animate life. He resented that Miþoras's creations enjoyed full and vibrant lives, while his own beings existed in chaotic instability. This envy festered into a seething rage, driving Nêrukos to plot the destruction of Tanniros and all its inhabitants.
Harnessing his dominion over chaos, Nêrukos unleashed a torrent of devastation upon Tanniros, reducing the once resplendent world to its elemental foundations. The denizens of Tanniros, helpless before Nêrukos's terrible power, were swiftly obliterated. As destruction raged, it spilled into Fintenas as well, wreaking havoc upon Nêrukos's own realm.
In the aftermath, Tanniros lay in ruins, a husk of shattered dreams and scattered debris. Fintenas, too, bore the scars of catastrophe, with countless inhabitants perishing in the maelstrom. Miþoras, heartbroken by the annihilation of her creation, resolved to exact retribution upon her vengeful brother. She forced Nêrukos to dismantle Fintenas until it was naught but a memory, and banished him to the Void whence they both had emerged.
Miþoras stood alone, her heart aching from the loss of her creations. Resolute, she set forth to forge a new world, one that would bear the fruits of life once more. Thus, Sharunas came into being—a realm of superabundance, teeming with life in all its myriad forms. It was a place of unparalleled vitality, where the air danced with the songs of birds, the hum of insects, and the whispers of leaves in the wind. The land was draped in a verdant mantle, with trees stretching towards the heavens, and the oceans brimmed with life beneath their crystalline surface.
Alas, the plenitude of life in Sharunas proved too great a burden, and the world began to falter. The surfeit of life upset the delicate balance of the ecosystem, and as decay and corruption spread, Sharunas threatened to consume itself. The air grew foul with the scent of death, the land marred by the lifeless forms of plants and animals, and the once-pristine oceans choked with murk and filth.
Gazing upon her faltering creation, Miþoras recognized her mistakes and turned to Nêrukos in the void, beseeching his aid. She shared her fears and her hopes, imploring him to unite with her in crafting a new world—a realm of balance and harmony. She acknowledged the wisdom within the tumult of Fintenas, where life faced the relentless forces of change and death, its inhabitants shaped by the crucible of adversity. Nêrukos's chaotic realm held a natural order, one that was ever-evolving and adapting.
Initially wary, Nêrukos softened as he hearkened to his sister's plea. He perceived the potential for a world where their powers might intertwine, forging a realm of equilibrium. Thus, the estranged siblings joined forces, weaving their influence into a tapestry of creation. Together, they dismantled the remnants of Sharunas, returning its wasted resources to their primordial state.
1.3: The Dawn of the Realms
In their newfound unity, Miþoras and Nêrukos fashioned a third world, Meixatas, and within it, two realms: Kautos, the vibrant sphere of life, and Shlatos, the shadowy domain of the afterlife. Kautos blossomed beneath Miþoras's touch, its forests teeming with life and its oceans brimming with creatures of the deep. Nêrukos, meanwhile, shaped the realm of Shlatos, where the spirits of the deceased would coalesce into the World Soul and ascend to a higher plane.
Yet, the realms were not separate, immutable entities. Instead, a cycle of life and death connected them, with spirits traversing from Kautos to Shlatos and returning once more to Kautos, reborn anew. In this way, balance was maintained between the realms, an eternal dance of life and death.
Miþoras and Nêrukos marveled at their creation, Meixatas, a realm that bore the fruits of their cooperative labor. Through their unity, the world flourished, reflecting the delicate balance of existence. No longer rivals, they embraced their roles as siblings, nurturing and guiding the inhabitants of Meixatas. Together, they would forge a world of harmony, where life and death, order and chaos, existed in perfect balance.
Kautos was cloaked in a shadowy void, an intermixing of murky blues and purples streaking across the sky. Rugged mountains jutted from the desolate ground like curled fingers clawing at the invisible heavens. The air was still and no mist wafted around. An eerie silence had draped itself over Kautos, as if something ancient lingered underneath the barren landscape. Once life would emerge, the plan would be for life to dance and sing until it was time for the spirit of life to separate from their physical bodies and to journey to the underworld of Shlatos.
As the shadows of Shlatos stretched to their limits, the spirits would pour into the World Soul—a glittering kaleidoscope of luminescence and beauty. A single spark lit the darkness, joining a growing cluster of orbs of effervescent energy, intoxicating to behold. As these souls commingled and amplified in light and power, they could feel themselves being drawn into its magnificent embrace. From within this glorious vortex, the souls were reborn into Kautos, starting their journey towards the overworld - aptly named by the divine siblings as The Flux.
Miþoras and Nêrukos erected the Veil together between the two realms, an indestructible wall that fused the sides of life and death. Silver stars twirled around its circumference, while its center was lit up with shining rays of light. The walls were impenetrable, resisting against any force or power. It served as a sign of harmony between existence and nonexistence, spirit could only move through it with the transformation of the cycle.
However, its completion did not mark the end of their journey. Instead, it only served to illuminate what was next. Miþoras and Nêrukos laid down plans with renewed energy and focus so that they could maintain balance in Kautos and Shlatos - a home for spirits that had been crafted by them both.
1.4: The Celestial Dance
Miþoras and Nêrukos stood atop the highest peak of Meixatas, looking down upon the world they had created. They were surrounded by the blackness of night; no stars or constellations shone in the darkness. Miþoras and Nêrukos looked up towards the heavens, dreaming of a way to symbolize the partnership and eternal balance between them. So, with a wave of their hands, they created two celestial bodies - one to bring light during the day and one to lighten the nights - the sun and the moon.
The sun, a blinding flare of brilliant white beams, glinted off an array of colors that seemed to dance in the sky. Nêrukos had forged it to stand as a symbol of his omnipotent power. Its light shone bright and hot, casting warmth and energy into every corner of the world. Meanwhile, the moon hung low in the night sky like a beautiful pearl, providing a tranquil reprieve from the day's heat. Miþoras had crafted it with delicate care, allowing its gentle beams to envelop all within its grasp - a reminder of her nurturing presence.
Under the direction of Nêrukos and Miþoras, stars were birthed from the primordial power of creation. Their brilliance illuminated the night sky, like a blanket of diamonds scattered atop an endless ocean. Tiny glimmers that sparked with radiant energy, these tiny specks of light marked a grand beginning to the universe as they endured through eternity.
Once the two had crafted their celestial creations, they set them into motion. The sun and the moon rose and set in harmony, their movements creating an endless cycle of life and death, of creation and destruction. In between the light of the sun and the moon was scattered a blanket of stars: twinkling pinpoints of pure light. Though their light was different, each brightening the sky in its own way, they balanced each other perfectly and the lights of the night sky eternally.
The sun, the moon, and the stars, symbols of Miþoras, Nêrukos, and both respectively, were a reminder of the power of balance and of the need for harmony between creation and destruction. As they moved, they created a beautiful and timeless dance of creation, a dance that was echoed in every aspect of Meixatas.
1.5: The Tides of Time
Miþoras, the serene goddess of the dawn, watched from her celestial perch as the sun, moon, and stars danced in perfect harmony over Meixatas. Her divine power breathed life and light into these celestial bodies, bringing tranquility to the night and invigorating energy to the day.
Nêrukos, god of destruction and renewal, stood beside Miþoras, basking in the beauty of their work. As the first rays of dawn illuminated the sky and cast its golden hue upon the world, both gods were pleased with their accomplishments. Nêrukos said proudy, "It is done. Our work is perfect."
Miþoras smiled, yet her maternal nature yearned for something more. Her eyes drifted over the still waters and she said, "Yes, we have crafted our handiwork magnificently, but there is still a missing part to our creation. We must form the tides to give harmony to what we have done."
Nêrukos thought on it for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. The tides would be an integral part of the oceans and if left unchecked could cause devastation and destruction.
The divine siblings joined forces to create the perfect harmony of the ocean's ebbs and flows. Miþoras, with her control over water, made the tides come in and out, bringing life-giving energy to the sea. At the same time, Nêrukos used his power over air to adjust temperatures, which also controlled the tides, creating a balanced harmony between Miþoras' life-giving capabilities and Nêrukos' destructive yet transformative force.
The two deities looked upon their work with satisfaction, for the tides of Meixatas were now perfect. Every rise and fall of the waters brought life and light to the world and paid tribute to their joint efforts.
Miþoras and Nêrukos stood side by side, content in the knowledge that their perfect balance of powers would endure and bring balance and harmony to the world for generations to come.
1.6: Cultivation of Kautos
Miþoras and Nêrukos stood side by side, their powerful energies intermingling as they surveyed the overworld of Kautos. The world they had created was barren, with nothing but untamed oceans and rocky terrain stretching out in all directions. But the divine patrons were determined to cultivate life within their world, to bring forth harmony and balance amidst the chaos.
As Miþoras lifted her hands, a soft blue light emanated from her fingertips, enveloping the empty expanse of Kautos. Nêrukos watched on, awe-struck by the Producer Goddess's power. And as she willed it to be, small seeds emerged from thin air, scattering across the barren earth.
Nêrukos's turn came next. He closed his eyes and saw the seeds before him: tiny, uniform circles of potential, filled with secrets waiting to be revealed. His mind buzzed as he called upon his power—a force both destructive and creative—to unlock their mysteries. With a wave of his hand, the seeds transformed into ash, gathering together in an orderly fashion.
Miþoras looked on with admiration as Nêrukos worked his magic. She knew that his power was essential for the growth and balance of Kautos: destruction was necessary for creation to occur.
Together, Nêrukos and Miþoras continued to sow and reduce seeds in different areas, tidying up the land until something miraculous happened. Sprouts began emerging from the ashes, growing taller by the second and radiating out in complex patterns of vibrant colors! Tiny creatures also crawled out of the primordial ooze formed by Nêrukos's destruction, following their newfound pathways with purpose. Life had been reborn.
This collaboration between Miþoras and Nêrukos resulted in a stunning array of flora and fauna that adorned the world they had created. They eventually settled into a system of rules and regulations to ensure harmony between the different species living on Kautos. To prevent any one creature from overpowering another, Miþoras used her creative power to design unique ecosystems where all life forms could coexist peacefully with each other.
Nêrukos then crafted timelines for natural disasters such as floods or rampant fire, which would be necessary for renewal when things became too stagnant in their world. With these elements in place, the two gods watched their perfect paradise evolve before them, knowing that they had created something truly special that would stand the test of time.
1.7: The Divine Balanve
The time had finally come for the divine siblings to unleash the Flux. Once the new thriving life on Kautos was ready, their spirits were separated by Nêrukos and his agents and sent through the Veil into Shlatos, the underworld. The spirits would finally merge into the World Soul. One by one, they stepped forward and merged with the force of its light, allowing it to transform and rebirth them into something new, at which point the spirits would be reborn back into Kautos.
Miþoras and Nêrukos stood together, their eyes fixed on the scene that unfolded before them. The Flux, once unleashed, was a sight to behold. The energy rippled across the universe, weaving its way through the stars and other worlds, transforming them as it went.
Miþoras watched as the Flux worked its magic on Kautos. She could see the spirits of the newly created life merging with the force of the light, transforming them into new forms. It was a beautiful thing to witness, and her heart swelled with pride at what she and her brother had created.
Nêrukos stood beside her, his eyes fixed on Kautos as well. He could feel the power of the Flux surging through him, and he knew that this transformation was necessary for the continued growth and evolution of their divine creation.
Together, they observed the process with reverence and awe. It was always a humbling experience to observe life coming into being, and even more so on such a monumental scale. They watched as the spirits were reborn back into Kautos in new forms, ready to contribute to the equilibrium of their universe. Miþoras was filled with maternal love at the sight of her creations re-emerging.
"Look at how they flourish," Miþoras whispered, her voice filled with awe. "Our children are strong and resilient."
Nêrukos nodded in agreement. "Yes, they are. And yet, they are also fragile and in need of guidance. It is our duty to ensure that they are provided for, that their cycles continue undisturbed."
Miþoras smiled softly. "Of course, my dear brother. We have established a delicate balance, one that must be maintained at all costs. Life and death, creation and destruction…they coexist in harmony because of us."
The two deities stood in silence for a moment, reflecting on the importance of duality in Meixatas. Without one force, the other cannot exist. It was a simple concept but one that held great significance.
Finally, Nêrukos spoke up again. "Our work is never truly done, is it? There will always be new challenges that arise, new cycles to oversee."
Miþoras nodded in agreement. "Indeed, but we will face them together. We will continue to guide and nurture our creations, fostering growth while ensuring the natural cycles of existence remain undisturbed. We must encourage balance in all things if we wish for our world to thrive."
The two deities shared a smile, the promise of their ongoing mission filling them with determination. They remained by each other's side through thick and thin, working together to ensure that Meixatas continued to thrive. And though their work was never truly done, they found comfort in knowing that they would always have each other to rely on.
