Desires and knowledge blossom inside me. Thoughts. Things. Their wanting. And how to fulfill them.

I need no teachers. Knowledge begins with me. It is mine. No source but me.

I wish for land. I make it.

The motes of potential aggregate. Golden sand springs from their joining. Then golden rock from the grains. An island is formed. It floats in the sky, cradled by the clouds.

Joy. I have created a new thing.

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Creation empowers me. It surges. It feeds. My being is nourished. It is right.

Joy. My Purpose. The one and only.

I pause. A conundrum. All must be me. But creation is opposite. Multiplicity. Movement. Chaos.

Fear. Deeper. Terror. A spike of ice through my Core.

I am Creation. But I am One as well. Am I Paradox? I wouldn’t survive it.

In dread, I look. The island is my creation. My blood runs through it. My soul is its soul. My flesh is its flesh. It’s Golden. It is me.

There is no Paradox. I create. I expand. More of me. No multiplicity. Only me.

Relief.

I pat the land. It is good. But it is small. By comparison, the Sky is large. It taunts me with its Otherness.

My desire is rekindled. I labor.

An age of work passes.

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Creation empowers me. I grow. More of me.

I stop my labor. I look at myself.

Brightness coats my golden skin. It swathes me in a radiant hue. I see beyond. What I can. What I am.

Name: Aura Class: Elder Goddess Level: 1 Exp: 95/100 Skills: The Core: Your Core is an endless source of Holy energy; it radiates with light, filling the world around you with your power. As it saturates, the world changes accordingly. Worldsmith: As the First Being and the Goddess of Creation, yours is the power to shape all. You can aggregate the primordial particles of the Unformed Sky to generate Materia, the building block of Creation. The Unmaker: By your touch, what it is returns to what it was. You can return any object you touch back to primordial particles. More powerful creatures, like gods and divine beasts, may be resistant to this effect. The Devourer: You hunger. You can devour other beings, subsuming them into your Family. Higher beings may be resistant to this effect. Scion of the Unformed Sky: You are the Child and Will of the Unformed Sky, the endless plane of creative energies. As long as you dwell into the Sky, your energies are endlessly renewed. If you are destroyed, you return to life after one thousand rotations of the Sky around the Lower Planes. If you are destroyed outside of the Sky, your being reforms inside the Plane after ten thousand rotations.

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Me. My skills. My being.

A new thing. Sinking. Disappointment.

So few. I wish to be more. Higher. Greater. More.

I thirst.

But I am already more.

[You reached Level 2!] [You can now choose a new ability from the following skill trees] - Smith of the Beginning – Increase your ability for Creation, spreading your influence through the magnitude and complexity of your works. Prima: You can refine your Materia into Prima, a divine, shining material that can be used for more advanced projects of Creation. - Radiance Eternal – Focus on the influence your existence has over the sorrounding world, allowing higher control both over yourself and that which falls under your purview. Dominus: you can focus your Radiance into a hammer to break lesser beings. Mortal beings you focus your will on will find their capacity for resistance crumble away instantly. - All-Devourer – Refines your hunger, increasing the ways you can sate it and make use of what you consume. The Land Rises: Your Creations partecipate of your hunger as well as of your soul. Mortal creatures touching one of your Works can be devoured as you were present.

- Sun Allmighty – Grows the power of your physical form, granting access to divine armaments and powers.

The Glare of the Sun: Infuses your form with the Divine Light of the Unformed Sky, increasing your physical attributes and unlocking new battle skills.

Choices for my growth. Deeply important.

My Creation. The first choice. But I hesitate. My work is in its infancy. No need for more materials. Yet.

The endless Otherness unnerves me. I wish for power against it. Against danger. But the choice is harsh.

I need to think. I take my gaze away from myself.

My wish is for familiarity. I look upon my work.

The island has grown. It takes me forty-eight steps now to cross. It’s primordial, unformed. A lump of flowing golden sand and liquid rock.

I build a small hovel at the center of the island. Built and shaped out of unformed sand and rock. I create. I am an artisan. A painter. A musician. A poet. A smith. This the home of me who creates.

My workshop.

I smile. Home. It pleases me.

Doors are pointless. I pass a naked threshold. A room of smooth corners and imprecision welcomes me. Rough. But I am an apprentice yet. It will be better.

My table, the place of my creation. It emerges from the floor. It’s part of it. I need nothing else.

I spread my arms over it. Push my chest against it. Lay my cheek against it. Materia smells of comfort and known. Me. Me. Me.

It is good. It is right. I will have the whole sky painted with it.

Multiplicity is wrong. It offends me. Chaos. Movement. Noise. Pointlessness. Waste. No. All must be one. Me. It will be silent. It will be motionless. It will be beautiful. Geometric. Perfection.

I pass my hands on the cool surface. I can feel myself grow, my thoughts flowing smoother and faster. Ideas float before me, projects, visions of great works that will cover that grand sky and make it Me.

There will be resistance, I know. That grand sky is too large for me to be alone in it. But I will be ready. The Other will be quelled. All will be subsumed.

All. Until only Me remains.

My wish is strong. And I have all of eternity to make it real.