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She could see the last glorious dawn over the ocean. The dying sun's brilliant orange light flowed between the clouds and onto the sands of a ruby-colored beach, casting the whole evening a golden shade. It was a deceptively peaceful scene, especially alongside the growing sound of playful water pushing for the shore, and then absorbing into the soft beach sand. 

[centre][b]"Come."[/b][/centre]

She lifted her rusty worn eyes to the skies of this planet, one last time. There the stars still danced a glimmering shine in the inky shade overhead. To her north lay her Constellation of the Candle, where her favored children had prayed for inspiration. Seeing it filled her with memories of heroes gone by, those devoted souls who lived their life for her and to her, but now were naught but dust.

Vulamera shed a single, bitter tear, and that tear became an ocean, and that ocean bore life, and that life learned and remembered and laughed and discovered and thought and...

[centre][b]"Come."[/b][/centre]

But none of it meant anything now, did it? This was the end. Fate, that mercilessly cruel thing, was still calling her insistently. It was not in Knowledge's path to despise. In her life of innumerable eons, she had never "hated" before, nor perceived in her now-antediluvian soul a touch of rage. But here, sitting on the last shore of the last ocean of the last planet in a doomed World... she felt it. She despised. She despised Fate almost as futility as those come before her, who tried to resist its call.

[centre][b]"Come."[/b][/centre]

There it was again. That hollow, commanding voice. She never understood how any could speak with such a void in their tone, as if all the world meant nothing, and their words were the only light. The Shadow of Revelations sighed. It was time. If anyone should know that, it should have been her.

She lifted an ancient hand into the air, and Fate's shimmered into reality to receive it.

And so, the cycle was complete, and would start again...

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[i]I exist.[/i]

Vulamera was uncertain on how to think or how to feel...she was simply there, hanging in a void-before-world. Suddenly, without warning or readiness of any kind, she existed. She felt her soul- the very essence of knowledge, as it were- weave itself together as thread, and her mind being formed as clay by two beings far greater than herself.

[i]I think.[/i]

A deep but chilling voice spoke not to her, but within her: "You are become [color=violet]Thought[/color]: the light that searches the darkness, the love that brings curiosity, the knowledge that drives away ignorance."

The Goddess felt these words reverberate within her. Each syllable (syllables?... no, they were pure meanings, they were intentions, but they felt oddly reminiscent of some ancient, powerful language) played a cord in her heart, the whole telepathic statement coming together like a [i]symphony of thought[/i] that sung of Vulamera's true purpose in this world. She was to learn. Her goal, above all else, was to learn.

[i]Therefore I am.[/i]

"[i]I exist, I think, therefore I am!" [/i]These were not only [b]her [/b]first true thoughts, they were [b]the[/b] first true thoughts. It was clear, of course, that other "thinking" beings were lingering in this empty void-before-world, but they were not truly thinking. They were only repeating, regurgitating the commands of Fate into their lives, doing as they had been commanded. Vestec, the Chaotic Destroyer of Reason, only caused confusion because it was his purpose according to the decree of Fate. Toun, the Never-Perfect, was only striving for improvement because it was his purpose according to the decree of Fate. 

Vulamera, seeing these beings toiling away at tasks they did not understand, decided at that moment to be different from them. She would rebel from mindless work, set herself apart by way of comprehension. Of all the Deities in this forsaken void, she would be the first to know [b]why![/b]

She all saw those divinities as children who play with their toys only to toss them away when they grow bored, build their sandcastles only to have them crumbled by greater forces. Afterall, what do any of the Gods truly know of the universe? All, including Vulamera, were cast into this world without so much as a single explanation, beyond the cryptic words of fate or the unanswered stare of Amul'Sharar. Do her siblings not care? Do they think that, because they are Gods, the inexplicable nature of their predicament does not matter? The fools! They know nothing of the world beyond this universe, nothing, and yet they do not attempt to find out why and how they exist! They cannot simply exist because they are gods, to think such is a logical fallacy.

The Transcendent Mother reached out with her conscience- for she had no form, and existed only in the plane of mind- and felt the void. She embraced it, feeling its nothingness, knowing its lack of anything... [i]beautiful [/i]. She almost mourned, far too aware that this world would soon be robbed of the void-before-world. 

Nonetheless, allies and friends would be needed. No being can learn entirely alone. No mind can be solitary, or it will soon be driven to a madness more dangerous than even that of the Chaotic Ones. She would need "friends", even if she was above their ability to know.

Unlike the Child Gods (as Vulamera had personally labeled the others, for their clear inability to learn), she did not take a physical form of any sort. What would be the point? Is there any logical reason to take a form, when one can exert power just as readily without? So pointless, the way the Child Gods played these games of dress-up...

Once more extending her conscience out into the void, she now examined each of the her siblings in turn, feeling not their bodies but their minds, their true manifestations of self-thought.

First was [b]Vowzra[/b], he of time. He did not move or scramble about frantically with the other Gods. He only floated in the void, waiting for his siblings to form. For all his knowledge of the future, why did he not try to learn? Why did he not study? Vulamera made a sort of mental pulse, the mind's equivalent of a dismissive shake of the head. Disappointing. He had such potential.

Order incarnate, [b]Logos[/b], flew nearby. Hmmm... his power did not lay in the Mind, however something was appealing about it. She felt pleased by his secure ability to create a world that would forever be preserved for study, like butterfly wings pinned on a scientist's wall. She sent him a mental message devoid of word: it was simply a mark of her approval.

Then came [b]Niciel[/b], forming in the void as a flash of light. Her power was strong, her goals were respectable, but she meant little in Vulamera's grand schemes. This was one to befriend, certainly, but not to idolize. It was important to remember that. [i]Balance in all things.[/i] 

[b]Zephryion[/b]. Disgusting, as obsessed with change as she is with knowledge. He was among the most childish of the Child Gods. [i]No more time should be wasted observing him. [/i]

Now, forcing herself through the clouds of darkness, she found one hiding, far (such a relative term in this void, but she decided that he was "far" by measuring the approximate distance between each God and finding that this one was at a much greater distance than the average) from all others. His name was... was... damn it, she had no idea! He was too sneaky or deceitful or whatever it may be. She thought back, to when the Goddess of Mind was first forming, and remembered half-hearing Fate titling him "King of Thieves". [i]Thieves are clever[/i], she mused, [i]perhaps we can aide one another in this mission to discover.[/i]

There was others like the Thief-King, the God of Darkness and that of Trickery, and she made the same impression of them.

...

...

...

Oh, what pain! Oh, what creativity! Oh, what insanity! Like flying through flaming clouds, or diving to the depths of a dry ocean and being crushed by pretend pressure, [b]Vestec's[/b] insanity surged through her mind. She had made the mistake (was it a mistake?) of letting her mind touch his, if only for a moment, and his chaos shot into her like a poison-tipped arrow. Nothing made sense. Nothing was logical. She heard voices screaming at her, the voices of chaos demanding that she release her desire for knowledge and embrace only the senselessness of a broken conscience. 

She fought it off, of course, because his mind was not stronger than her's by any stretch. Gradually, the voices receded as logic re-asserted itself into her psyche. She wondered, [i]Did he feel that? Did I hurt him?... It doesn't matter, really. He is of the Child Gods. I will forget him, and later oppose him. To be fought by all that is reasonable in this world is the destiny of that dark, vampire being. [/i]

After reeling from the sheer insanity of Vestec, her mind paid little mind to Jvan, Kyre, Teknall, Slough Reathos, Ull'Yang, Illunabar, or Astarte. All were important and worthy of study, that much is undeniable in this place of power, but none would be needed as of yet. [i]I will pursue them all in time. Patience is the most valuable of virtues, I must realize.[/i]

[b]But [/b]she could ignore it no longer. The same obsessive passion for knowledge that first brought her into this world and led her to study the others was no pulling her in an entirely different direction, over to the meeting place of Toun, the never-perfect, Slough, the rotten, and Teknall, the Craftsman of the Gods. Like winds pushing a leaf, her desire to understand brought her attention chiefly to [b]Toun[/b].

As with Logos, she sent him a mental message of approval, this one even stronger. He was pathetically flawed, but his desperate desire for perfection mirrored her desire for learning. [i]This one will be a strong ally. I will provide him the knowledge to create, he will provide me the power.[/i]

She allowed her mind to reach out to him and his new-found friend, Teknall, so that she may influence their creation.

Forcing her mind onto the "paper", she began implanting her intelligence and skill with organization onto the designs. While Teknall formed the base of the Universal Plan, and the Never-Perfect provided managed detail, it was still so, so flawed. Toun made an admirable effort, however it was too detailed to be practical. He spent an absurd amount of time on each piece, instead of utilizing the beauty of the whole to improve the individual members.

"Allow me to help you, dearest siblings. You each have genius, but lack unity."

The designs were suddenly rearranged, to fit together more easily. She incorporated Vestec's Chaos with Toun's Details, merging them flawlessly with Teknall's Base, so that all the plan would work together as if it had come from one mind, not four.

"Logos!" She sent her need for his input into the void. "Order is needed. I can only do so much, and the Chaotic one has damaged this design in such a way that only you may repair!"


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-Vulamera born from a previous version of herself

-She goes about, judging all the gods and only really liking Toun, Logos and Vowzra.

-She fuses Teknall's plans together, to make them work without conflicting.

-She requests help from Logos
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