Not all the gods were born divine… The Reaper is fascinated by all mortal life. This is why, eventually, they add all living things to their collection. This practice causes no end of despair to the Celestial Mother, whose love for all her creations is enormous. But there are those among her creations that Aleonath …

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In the beginning there was darkness. Until the Celestial Mother pricked her finger and bled light into the world. But still, the darkness remained. As life spread across the galaxy, infinite in its diversity and glorious in its resplendence, the celestial fabric of that early existence remained. Though suns may fill planetary skies by day, …

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Now this is a story of how the world was made… Like a child locked in an isolated tower, Aleonath – not yet the celestial mother – grew tired of the lonesome cold and darkness which filled her day to day existence. Out of desperation for change, if not interaction, she at last pressed the …

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The pages are very old, weathered and heavily stained. At some point in the past they must have been treated with a substance to preserve their core material, otherwise there is no way they would have survived this long. It still seems as though they will crumble at the slightest touch, so every part of …

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