[center][h1]ᦓ꠸᥅ꪀꪖ[/h1][/center]

[color=#e1ceff]It was fleeting. There and gone in a single moment. Sirna stood by the water’s edge, their shadows shifting with uncertainty.

[i]What is this feeling?[/i]

They knew that, seconds ago, they had witnessed something tremendous. Perfection, in ways that their new mind had yet to consider. Perfection, shaped in a mould that spoke only to Sirna. Perfection, dangled tantalisingly close and cruelly ripped away. Sirna stared at the wavering shadows reflected in the water.

Loss. It wriggled around in the depths of Sirna’s being like an unwanted parasite. Unwanted and out of place, for what had been lost, truly, in this barely forged world? If anything, Sirna should be [i]disappointed[/i]. Here they had been summoned and presented with the paltry leftovers of a barren world. Was Sirna expected to simply pick up the pieces of an unfinished game someone else had decided to give up on?

[i]Insult[/i], decided Sirna. That was the feeling pervading their being. Still, as maddening as the realisation should be, stronger was the spite that chased the heels of their short temper. Let these [i]mysterious beings[/i] dangle truths and hide around corners like infantile creatures. Sirna would take this world and make it their own. They would be inevitable. Inescapable.

Their shadows flashed a decided mauve pink. Caught on the water’s surface, his form seemed far too scattered for any meaningful interaction with Ashuru or its wandering inhabitants. Part of the shadows congealed into a small, spiralling twister, evening out into a pale, grey orb – one that strangely resembled a full moon – backlit by the same mauve pink that had coloured their shadows moments prior. The rest of their form remained a hazy mass of shadows, converging into the moon that now served as their head. Midnight blue bled across its surface, washing out the mauve.

[i]This will do, for now.[/i]

Their musings were interrupted by a passing squabble between two of their god-siblings – seemingly borne out of little reason – and the admittedly entertaining commentary provided by the one watching from the sky. And then – creation. Critters. Animals. Little two-legged creatures that seemed to resemble the one who’d been holding an egg of some sort before he’d fallen into the water.

None of this fascinated Sirna as much as the resounding spike of chatter that [i]bloomed[/i] from the freshly spawned realm they had created not so long ago. Their moon head began to spin, sucking in the shadows that drifted around its form until their head was enshrouded in shadow. With a [i]pop[/i], Sirna vanished from the physical realm.

They emerged in a place of nothingness. Not mere darkness, it was more a lack of existence than a lack of light. Yes, that familiar [i]noise[/i] – which Sirna had come to realise, in the wake of their forgotten epiphany, was simply [i]potential[/i] – was simmering away, but nothing was being done with it. At least, that had been the case before. Now there were spots of colour dotting the empty space. Little pockets of fields, forests, islands, deserts – most of which were unfamiliar to Sirna. Their moon-head glowed a mild orange, shadows lashing agitatedly. This felt incomplete, like Ashuru in the snatch of time when the newborn gods had it all to themselves. With a sweep of a shadowy arm, Sirna summoned a landscape of soft blues and purples to carpet the void between the spots of already-present colour. It was a mirror of Ashuru in a way, in that it presented a malleable world that defied the rules that governed reality – all easily shaped wishes and undefined details.

This was a serviceable welcome mat, Sirna decided. The mortals and gods who wandered here would not be greeted by the unseemly sight of a blank void, at the very least. [i]Perish the thought![/i] They set their self down in a downy, purple meadow and squeezed two shadowy palms together.

Out between their unshaped fingers popped several critters. They came in a myriad of colours – some static, some swirling across their translucent forms. If compared to one of the new creatures of Ashuru, one may think them to be a species of winged hares. Their wide pupil-less eyes glowed softly up to Sirna.

‘[b]Go on now.[/b]’ Sirna’s voice was a wisp of a sound, echoed in a tone so gentle that it almost seemed as if they hadn’t spoken at all. ‘[b]You have your task.[/b]’

They scattered. Some flew. Some scampered. All of them ran towards those spots of colour, where someone, somewhere, dreamed. 

It was through one of those dreams that, upon closer inspection, Sirna realised that something interesting was happening in the realm of the real. And so they re-emerged in reality, where they found a fellow god-sibling bestowing gifts upon gifts onto the mortals that resembled his form. It was the same one that had fought their four-legged god-sibling, the one who had had clutched that mysterious egg so tightly in the ocean.

‘[b]Greetings[/b],’ they said, politely. ‘[b]Do I have you to thank for this influx of mortals on Ashuru’s surface?[/b]’[/color]

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• [b]LUCID:[/b] Sirna fills the realm of dreams with a default landscape, so everyone has something to land in when they're asleep, even if their subconscious has nothing to contribute (basically everybody dreams by default, they just don't always remember it). This does not mean all void spots have been rid of (sweet oblivion).
• [b]HAZY:[/b] Sirna creates [i]Dream Guides[/i], translucent, winged critters that strangely resemble hares. They come with unnerving glowing eyes and a myriad of coloured coats - some of which seem to shift in hue - and they typically appear in the dreams of mortals as a guide to the mortal's innermost desires, feelings, or needs.
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