Something started to twist and turn within the eternal Spiral's consciousness, both Manic and Lucid could feel it. The arrival of this god, this one specific god, had given the god a new, burning purpose. Balance is useful. Balance is necessary. Balance will be required to further evolve this world. But a world of solely balance, could not be tolerated, it would become stagnant, the same situations over and over again. This god had taken the skies, the beyond. It could accept this, as it had already taken the depths. In fact, it should gladly accept the Goddess of Balance's moves, as creating an endless rotation would allow for a great field of influence. The Spiral should be pleased, yes, as everything was going according to plan. Indeed, the Spiral was grateful, or, as close as it could come to being grateful. What truly offended the Spiral, as far as could be seen through its cold prison, however, was that a creature of such devotion to the Almighty would allow their actions to directly aid another god, especially one of near-opposite domain. It was sloppy.
As the Spiral further questioned the motives of its fellows, the Spiral's two children took to a different action. Creating blueprints for life. The two were producing statues in the underdark, made from the various clay gathered there. Many non-sapient creatures had already been completed, snails, crabs, nautilus, cave-dwelling insects, and various beasts, all infesting the depths. However, both had already begun designing their first drafts for civilized life. They knew that it was not yet time, but they had to be prepared. Their creations were a species known as the Calarians. Vaguely humanoid, but constantly covered in spiraling bandages and geometric plates. They would be attuned to the mystical arts, and their very bodies, in groups of four to 7, could even channel the Spiral. However, because of the extreme complexity of this creation, very few would exists, and it would be even more difficult to make more. They made sure not to make any plans for their personality, once the age of intelligence comes. It's simply not chaotic that way. Until the time came, these creatures would grow dusty in the bottom of the world.
Other creatures had already been made. You have common things, like the Hermit Crabs, snails, squids. Things similar to what almost every universe has made, but there were further creations. Far more creations. For example, the Helicoid, a tusked herbivore that wandered the purple, chaotic plains connecting the islands of Spiral's lands. these creatures had scaly green hide, and red blood. They moved in heard, and had twisting warts, the longer and pointier the wart, the older the Helicoid. The eyes of the Helicoids where a standard spiral, and as such, difficult to discern their current emotion. They survived using strong tusks, more curled the older the Helicoid is. They are usually timid, but will attack if approached, or anything vaguely "cubed" grows near them. They cannot stand cube-like shapes. There needs to be at least one smooth side in order to even tolerate it. As such, the architecture to coral them must be significantly alien. More of these strange, spiral beings would come. It was made sure of.