[center][h3]The Interstellar Void[/h3][/center]

[i]Meanwhile...[/i]

Among those stars a lonely figure gives physical shape to a consciousness for the first time. The incarnation of order itself rises as a separate entity from the primal plane of existence; one and all principles, of axioms made into incorporeal flesh, one with all still. Not nor ever completely separated from the cogs of the universe of which it believed itself to be demiurge, because Xeaniax, even before when it first spoke its own name, is those very cogs and the eyes that see everything that form them. It is the spokes that keep those wheels connected to the centre that is itself and the axis around which they move. “I think, therefore, everything is.” Said a soft and tender voice, form everywhere and nowhere at the same time, resounding with the power of a trillion hypernovae yet not enough to neither disturb its brethren, lying in other planes of existence, nor make the slightest change in the ever turning gears.

“The universe might be immanent but order is securely transcendent. The forces that move and keep in place the universe are mine to control.”

Throughout the entire empty macroscopic void that currently is creation order itself feeds on the principles that give shape, form and rules to all of the thousands of thousands, of millions of millions of points of light and their ethereal, empyreal dance. Omnipotent in its reach, ever degrading in distance but never completely bowing down to it, is gravity, the weakest of them. It guides the movements of the stars and the twisting of the very space and time that surrounds them. Light journeys in the waves of time that the scintillating celestial furnaces produce through their furious existence. “Interaction at long and at large exists and is mine.”

The second one weakest one is found in the diminutive components of matter which move in synchronicity to each other, the clock of existence is ticking and forming the core of the beating heart of the being. In between the components of the components is formed another form of attraction, and also repulsion. This force can separate and join matter and when matter is apart it propagates, flowing like a torrent at the limit of speed with ease through the realm of the metals. This force is flux, is both torrential movement and stillness that still exerts itself. “Attraction and repulsion, the power to weakly bind the universe exists and is mine.”

For the third time, the being looks, the second strongest is in its sight. Ever more tightly bound are the small cores of the components of the components. They rise and fall, decay and arise again. Those even smaller components dissolve into the primordial dust of existence which is then used to build them again. Stars swell with pride at this spectacle of minuscule, vibrant almost-life. Betwixt the hammer and the anvil of the greatest clock are forged the stars. Smashed by their weight together, swelling by the power of their existence, of their matter. “Decay and emergence exists and is mine.”

In the cores the consciousness of the great cog, of the clock of the universe can go even deeper and there it finds the fourth of them, the most powerful of them all, the one that smashes the primordial dust into the crystals that form the cores. “Power to bind the universe exists and is mine.”

However, it was not alone in the cosmos it believed it’s. No, that was far from the truth. Among the starts, there was the coldness of the aether. Nonetheless, how can a being feel cold when it had never known true warmth...? And far away, beyond what light he created could reach there was a heart, an essence of purity, of the power of fire, of liberation, of energy! So the God travelled further than its own limits had allowed the universe to function and came upon a vision divine even for it.

It was a being of light and fire, of power and will. A proudly naked female figure cradling the true heart of the universe, for its own was cold and distant, immaterial and axiomatic and this one was powerful, vibrant and alive. Time and space rolled in waves, carrying light with them... such a beautiful vision. No, words not invented yet and which never could be would never be enough, for she was the apotheosis of beauty made light, fire and flesh. It knew her name as it had been always part of itself, Jhera... Xeaniax allowed to be dissolved for a moment in that brief moment of absolute, otherworldly bliss. And for an instant outside of time, the stars fell out of their pedestals and stopped spinning, moving, shinning. Time and space were stopped, destroyed and re-created in that moment for the first time.

Xeaniax was curious like never before due to it never before having been witness to the power of other entity. It needed to know and even at this distance it knew it wanted to wrap its cogs around that power, that essence and held it close to itself forevermore. It felt for the first time true need, true desire. So it became a he and enveloped itself on fractals of light, on torrents of probability and a robe of paradoxes and came closer to the figure.

[i]Jhera...[/i] And with that simple action he, once an it, decided to give her the dominion over the stars, for she could make the blindingly bright and shine with a yet unseen beauty even if it was through the powers he controlled.

Xeaniax was fascinated by her wholeness and every characteristic the Goddess displayed. He needed to prove it to her, therefore, before she could react or reach out, he escaped the hands of time itself and set on him the task to create a monument to her. The Solar system would be born in that instant. The beauty of the cogs, of the orbits resonating with each other and the Sun... The Sun! That blessed empyreal sphere! A dance of eternity and immanence that joined the Sun and the powers that be of the universe into a single clockwork of perfection of beauty. Nineteen would be them, nineteen smaller spheres orbiting the great one under what Xeaniax hoped would be the night where darkness would take a step back for the first time and leave, crushed under, made to escape in fear of the power of the light of the Sun and the Stars, now Jhera’s.

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[u][b]Gain Dominion - 3AP - Gaining Dominion over the fundamental forces:[/b][/u] Xeaniax has decided to be responsible for the fundamental forces that construct nature, gaining the portfolio of Gravity to assist him in controlling the formation of the Solar System.

Added: Fundamental Forces (Gravity).

[u][b]Weave plane – 4AP – Create the Solar System:[/b][/u] Xeaniax, after admiring the Beauty of Jhera decided to grant her a gift, thus the Solar system was born as a tribute to her beauty and power, forever a testimony of it.

Initial AP + Rollover – Actions: 5AP + 2AP – 3AP – 4AP = 0AP

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