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Vast intractable emptiness, a void, the cosmic womb. That endless vacuum of space--the Unrealm--it was begging... begging to become a crucible, begging to be anything.

Then...it happened.

A flash against the black.

A spark of Azure light and the faint iridescence of an orange-white flare. Then the very fabric of space warped and twisted around that solitary point, and pent up energy became a brilliant white-hot singularity.

The world snapped and from that release of tension, something pure was borne into the world.

Two, four, eight, nine appertures opened, and they gazed upon the world, the eyes of a formless god. The Is to its Un.

[center][h3][color=135C91][b]"Mae-Alari"[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
Thunderous were the first words of that deity and from them Power emanated, scorching the empty heavens in a brilliant nebula.

Then the coalescence, the gathering of subtle energies and raw etherium. The eyes closed and like a hurricane-force inhalation, all that power was drawn up into a shape, and that shape was his silhouette, and that silhouette was his form.

So formed the True Shape of the Cosmic Breathe upon the Empty Waters of the once-still Void.

[color=135C91][b]"Soon,"[/b][/color] Alari whispered.

Soon it would be time.

Sooner, in fact, than she’d believed. Gaze turning as pulsing waves of intention washed over her from afar, Mae-Alari’s shifting faceless visage caught the impression of a blazing light in the distance.

A gasp of arcana spilled from her form, vibrating through the emptiness and then she was an iridescent lightning bolt, flashing from her birthplace to that blazing light in the darkness of the nascent cosmos.

In an instant she arrived before what—instantly—she knew to be the Khodex of Creation. While she sensed other powers nearby, Mae-Alari found herself utterly entranced by the shining pages of the codex. It was begging to be filled, calling to her, beckoning the power that writhed and sang within her.

She barely knew herself, yet somehow Mae understood what it called her to do.

She touched the Codex and as her body made contact with the Khodex, the world around them changed.

Her power spilled forth, writhing and becoming sigils upon the parchment most divine. At the same time fissures of power spread like cracks in glass across the cosmos. Glowing with prismatic light, the Veins of the Cosmos were born into the world by her Will and the power of the Codex.

With this, she felt the writhing power within her form begin to still and as it did her form slowly began to change as features resolved upon her visage. Still, it would take time for them to fully resolve, and so with great patience and curiosity, she waited.

[hider=Summaries][hider=Narrative]Mae-Alari is born from the Great Expanse of the Void and is called by the Codex. Touching it, her will and the power of the Codex bring forth the Veins of the Cosmos.[/hider][hider=Might][u][b]Starting:[/b][/u] 4MP

-4MP —— Add to the Codex (Create the Veins of the Cosmos)

[u][b]Ending:[/b][/u] 0MP[/hider][/hider]