[center][h2]Arstus[/h2][/center]

Arstus, as his consciousness formed from seemingly nothing and awakened from his deathless slumber. He could feel it, the loose sand around his body. A sensation that filled his mind as slowly as his body moved to the motions of his awakened mind. There was barely a thought, move, as Arstus's eyes opened as he gazed among the primordial landscape, and he pulled himself from the black sand cradle he was in. Each movement disturbing the sand until he was sitting upright. 

He knew who he was, a god, but with no memories or purpose that comes with being divine. Arstus quickly realized that he was not alone and that there were others around him. Another gods, and he watched silently as they talked and affected the landscape. Adding their designs to this... world? A question he did not have an answer to. 

So as Arstus slowly stood up, but before he engaged with his fellow gods. He tried to understand what he was feeling. An odd sensation like he was meant for something, and this world craved his attention. Wanting him to make his mark on it. Like what the others have done, and how he feels eyes on him. Like he is being watched from afar, and clearly not by his fellow gods. Plus, that bell, that enchanting sound from nowhere. What is this place, truly, and what lies in it? Gods yes, but what else? The questions he has weigh heavily in his mind as Arstus struggles to understand. 

Then he stared at the dark sky, another sensation, and stared at Moren's work, her mark on this world. It felt incomplete, like it was missing something, and as he diligently thought about it. Did an answer come to him, and as he waved his hand across the dark sky. This answer became the word "light." His first word, and stars of varying size and brightness started appearing across the dark sky. They were not drowning out the darkness but simply adding light to it. Soon, all sorts of stars were visible and stable. Not as feeble as the stars before. More than there was before, and it was clear for all to see.                     
   
Once Arstus was finished and satisfied with his creation, his mark on this world. He turned and walked to Adria. Remembering how she said about trying to find out what else lies in this canvas. Now that he has made his mark in this world, he wants answers, and it seems like he is not alone in that mindset. So, as he was close, he spoke, even though he had no mouth. Arstus's words spoke effortlessly if he had one and were of a friendly yet clear tone. "I wish to come as well, we are strangers in this place. Despite leaving our mark on it, I want answers about this place, and starting with what lies beyond this fog."        

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Arstus adding stars to Moren's dark sky and filling it up with bright and stable stars of varying brightness. 
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