OOC
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IC
The universe began as a vast expanse of nothingness. There was no black void, for black in itself did not even exist. It's something that is hard for a mortal mind to wrap around, but then again, the first beings were not mortal. In the never ending nothingness, there was a bright orb, a collection of a fine gold powder which was no larger than an eyeball. For reasons unknown, this ball orb, and the powder, heavily condensed within it, was blown across all corners of this new existence. The process was a long one, it took years, centuries, millenia, a period of time so long that even beings of immortality would find themselves long since withered away. Yet, whenever this dust managed to group up within the infantile void of space, it created something miraculous. A god.
Not just any god, but a wise, sagely being who knew how to manipulate the dust around him and with it, create. Stars, planets, and even the swirling vortexes of a black hole were all birthed from the elder's fingertips. However, for all of his wisdom and knowlege, the Great Sage knew not how to create one thing: Life. It was this flaw in his being that drew the Great Sage to madness, and eventual suicide. He drove a blade into his heart, and from his wounds, the same Stardust of his creation began to leak out into the void.
These clouds of dust floated around a blank planet, an unfinished grey sphere floating around in space. Some were faster than others, but eventually, the clouds began to condense. When they did, new beings were born. New gods, none of them even a fraction as powerful as the Great Sage, but gods with the power of creation all the same. They met around this blank world, which was dubbed Canvas. Together, they discussed what would be done with it. That, is where our story begins.
Within the endless expanses of the void, there was a circular formation of opulent thrones, each meant for one of the gods that were to attend the meeting. Below them all, was the blank world that they would be creating and forming, Canvas. The planet itself was still in its infancy, a grey ball of clay, ripe for crafting and formation. It had no features whatsoever, save for the dead and cratered moon that circled around it.
The goddess Shrill sat in her own seat, nervously twiddling her thumbs and looking at the rest of the deities seated around her. They were strange to her, each one varying in shape and size, in structure and aura. Despite being one of them, Shrill couldn't help but feel as though she were an outsider. But now was not the time for such hesitation, she had called them all here, and it was her job to make sure that they knew what it was they were responsible for on this new, infantile planet.
"So." She began awkwardly, sweeping around the congregation one more time before continuing. "I suppose we should start by agreeing on what kind of planet we want. I've seen lots of different kinds. There were fiery ones, ones that were really cold, and others that were mountainous and others that were just so.. flat." She paused for a moment, waving her hands out in a wide arc. "I kind of want something different, you know? Something that'll stand out. Maybe something lush and green! What do you all think?"
