The Singularity

"Tell me a story of how it began, the story of everything, the story of her..."

In the beginning, eons before the existence of Eyre itself, the universe was a hot, boiling, expansive nebulae of dust, gas, and rock that had filled the void of the astral plane for millions of years. This mixture of elements mashed and swirled into a concoction of formless beauty. A mix of reds, yellows, blues and greens; colors that had existed in their primordial states for a time seemingly without end. But then, there was a flash, and the material began to combine.

The universe began to cool, its particles began to squeeze and squash. The ancient miasma folded in on itself, the fabric of the astral plane strained in its distortion as this once, massive shroud of different hues and shades began to coalesce into a fixed point in space. The pressure began to churn the amalgam of matter, heating it up from the inside and collision of its own internal parts caused the burning mass to become hotter and brighter. It began to generate light, illuminating the now empty womb of the universe. The ball of light began to grow, and as it grew, it began to form advanced mechanisms within its globular body. It began to show signs of life. This ball of heavily compressed material was the birthing of our Radiant mother, Jubelia.

"Who am I?" wondered this celestial being, curious about its place in this newfound existence. Eventually wanderlust began to fill Jubelia's thoughts and she began to roam the cosmos in search of answers, for similar individuals who could share their knowledge, their purpose so she could understand, but to no avail. She had found nothing, nothing but the loneliness of a black, hollow void. But this failure was all but misplaced, because as she traveled through the emptiness, she had found that she could manipulate the fabric of matter itself, shaping it as she saw fit. So naturally, as any painter with time on their hands and an endless canvas in which to work, she began to create.

As Jubelia molded the matter into being, she had started simple. She began to infuse her chromatic essence with the gases surrounding her, and shaped millions, if not trillions, of tiny luminous bodies, including our Sun. She dotted the black void with stars to ease her woes of loneliness. Now satisfied with lighter elements, she had turned her attention to heavier materials, shaping stone and dust and the dense, heavy gases into the first planets and moons. Out of these planetary bodies, she chose us as her model, to produce the first generation of children of Eyre.

After a time, Jubelia had realized that shaping life into existence had required a refined and delicate approach. She had shattered part of her brilliant white light into nine visible colors, each imbued with a portion of Jubelia's persona that began to shape an identity unto its own. Jubelia had found this process endearing and thus began the birth of the Tent Divine. Jubelia had named each of these splinters and gave them a purpose for the world below.

Bofdak, the Vermilion Forge, crude, powerful, and practical. Charged with sculpting the great peaks and narrow valleys of Eyre, Bofdak gave the world a masterful texture that would range from expansive rolling hills to massive towering moutains, stretching for miles across the surface of the land. Ventas, the Turquoise Bolt, Fluid, turbulent, and tempestuous, created the rainstorms that quelled the planet in a raging sea, filling the pockets of the land and defining the atmosphere with clouds. Belamy, the Viridian Flower, beautiful, verdurous, and calm, created the First Seeds. These seeds would create flourishing jungles and forests that spanned the globe, eventually leading to the birth of all mortal life. Thedar, The Silver Scale, precise, meticulous, and exact. He had laid the doctrine of the first Laws of the cosmos, so that the stars and planets would move in intricate rhythms according to his plan.

Extus, The Gilded Painter, aided by his twin brother, Xeratan, the Violet Scholar, each respectively courteous, restrained, and serene, created the Great Tapestry, an unending flow of magic that weaved through the space between the material plane and the planes beyond. The brothers created laws that would bind the mortals of Eyre to this magic, allowing them to achieve feats of wonder that the Tapestry would provide. Zarid, the Flaming Sword, passionate, energetic, and emotional, would ignite the fighting spirit of the mortals below, infusing them with drive and ambition; the need to create, mold and protect. Grysta, the Obsidian Raven, reserved, graceful and forgiving, shortened the mortal coil to ensure the progress of mortals never stagnated, they would be taught to cherish their creations and to follow a fulfilled life, to experience as much as they could as the would not be able to for long. Temuri, the Azure Mask, impetuous, playful, and creative, would be given the power of mortal form, as to experience the beauty of the world for what it was, this wonderful world of Eyre.