To say there had been nothing would be a blatant misrepresentation of reality. The entity had existed for hundreds of millions of years. It had felt, had acquired knowledge, during those megaannum it had existed, even as it lay in a state similar to coma for a living being. Even so it had been aware of what was occurring in the world. It felt as each flower bloomed, as each blade of grass gave its life to nourish an animal, as each tree was felled by the chopping of an axe. It felt as the plantlife, that which had caused her existence, began to dwindle. As the greed of a few led the world down a path of death and destruction. And through all of this the entity could do nothing except exist.

And then the entity awoke. 

For the first time the entity had a coherent thought. It was a thought of pain and terror as it was torn away from all it had known and pulled towards a being whose power the entity could not even begin to comprehend.

And just as the entity had suddenly acquired consciousness, so too had it acquired form. It looked down, for now it had eyes, to gaze at a hand so very reminiscent of the greedy creatures from her origin point. Why had she, the entity realized it was female in both mentality and form, been given the appearance of those who had caused her so much pain? Even as the question had formed in her mind she had found the answer: because at one time they had lived alongside nature, loved it just as she had loved them. It was only after hundreds of thousands of years that they had allowed themselves to become tainted in the beings of greed that was even now destroying their world.

And just as she had acquired her form from the greedy creatures, so too had she acquired her name from them.  [i]Phystene.[/i] That was what the greedy creatures had whispered with reverence before they had become greedy. [i]Mother of Plants.[/i]

Phystene listened to the Architect as she slowly looked at those who had also been gathered. She observed them with a sense of curiosity she had never before had. They were so odd… yet felt so familiar. Some of the other… gods, yes that was what they were, panicked. Others began conversations with each other. One even threw a rock at the Architect in a, in Phystene’s opinion, foolish fit of rage. And through all this Phystene felt only calm.

Phystene felt herself naturally drawn towards some of the gods, those whose duties most aligned with her’s or were most likely to be beneficial to the plants she would spread throughout this new world. But of all these gods and goddesses, Phystene was drawn most strongly towards the goddess Asceal, who would inevitably nourish the majority of Phystene’s plants. Without even being fully aware of it, Phystene began to saunter towards Asceal.

[hider=Summary]Phystene sort of existed.
Then Phystene actually existed.[/hider]