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Twisted Confessional | Jastivad

Creation Myth

The Beginning

Night was wind was water, in the beginning, and dreams frolicked in the sun. And in the beginning, Time had two children: Nyx, whose domain was the night, and Her brother Kato, whose dominion was the water. And Time lived in the wind, with the dreams, but did not rule them; He let them play. So it passed that dreams danced in the wind, under the gaze of silent Time, and occasionally visited Nyx and Kato, and talked of many things. And between them they conceived of many things, and ideas, and created each their own treasures, and creatures, with which they could better enjoy the night and wind and water.

Such was the world when one dream went to its cousins, and the Gods, with an idea. “There is night and wind and water,” the dream spoke, “all from the conception of Time, who is eternal. But all is fluid. Let us create a realm where the fluid can travel, but which is not fluid in itself.”

Now some dreams opposed this, and wailed vainly to Time, beseeching Him to intervene, but He stood silent. Many mistook this for consent, and cast off their objections, and others grew silent. So it came to pass that Kato and Nyx met in the wind, and joined hands, the dreams dancing in between. And Kato channeled his power into Nyx, and she into Him, and the dreams contributed of themselves each a part. And between them, the power was much greater than theirs separate. So the water was broken by firmament, which reached into the wind and touched the night. And the dreams conceived of many beasts, and these were also given form, and populated the firmament, and the firmament blossomed with wilderness. And they smiled upon their creation, Nyx and Kato and the dreams, and for a moment, all was good. Satisfied, they broke their circle.

As the circle opened, the immense excess of power was loosed, and it sundered Kato from within, and death was brought to the world, and Kato was no more, and the excess gathered Kato’s power, and through the universe it rampaged, leaving only devastation in its wake. It dismembered dreams, their shades falling to the firmament and water, and carried away by the wind. Nyx fled, and took refuge in the water – the insanity of divinity would not go near that place. The sun fled, too, reaching out into the night, but the ravenous divinity caught it, and consumed it, and shattered it – its pieces became the stars and objects of the sky.

Then Time moved, and snared the ravenous power in a bottle. And He beckoned Nyx from Her slumber in Her brother’s bed and gestured at the firmament, and the nightmares that prowled the world. “This is your doing, and that of your brother’s,” He said. “It shall stay made, for I am not an Unmaker.” And He went on, speaking to his daughter. “No longer will you have dominion over the night. Instead it shall stand empty, save the stars, and other shards of the sun which you destroyed.”

Nyx wailed and mourned this loss of her home, and her brother, whom she loved. In her anger and grief, she struck at Time, who bore her. And he smote her, and she fell headlong into the water, her breasts bruised bleeding forevermore. And Time pronounced to Nyx, his daughter. “These waters, which were your refuge, will be your home, and your prison. Your brother ensured that the insanity of divinity will never touch you there.”

And Time set the bottle on the ground, and called to those dreams that survived the carnage. Some dreams awoke from slumber, having slept through it all, and some emerged from hidden spaces. Eventually, all gathered in front of Time. And He spoke to them, saying, “You are no less guilty because you survived; now you must face the consequences of your actions.” And some of the dreams resigned to their fate, and others were in uproar. “I consign you to the firmament and the wind,” Time spoke, “you may not leave those places.” And the dreams looked about the world they had wrought, populated with broken dreams, and wailed in grief. And Time gestured at the bottle and said, “This power, which your duplicity unleashed, you may divide among yourselves.”

And Time opened the bottle and gave it to the dreams, who immediately began drinking from it one by one, and one by one the hungry insanity of divinity consumed them, or scattered them to the winds, and those few who could hold their power were broken, and became the gods of the land. And when it all was over, still, power remained in the bottle, but one last dream remained standing alone, unmoving. Time turned to that solitary dream and spoke at it. “You did not jump for the power, and still you resist its temptation. Why?”

The dream responded, fire in its eye. “I have Your free will, as You do. I have chosen No. I have seen what the power has done to my fellows, and I have all the power I require.”

And a smile broke on the face of Time. “Your wisdom becomes you,” He beamed. And Time stoppered the bottle again, and turned to the dream. “I have found one worthy of my gift. What is your name?”

The dream answered Time, saying, “My name is Idevess. And I accept Your gift.”

And so Time cleaved the dream in half, one male and one female, so that it could mix with itself, and create children. To these children, Time gave the mandate to pursue the broken dreams, as husbands and wives. And from those unions came mankind, borne in the form of Time, each a pure dream tempered with darkness, the highest of the many guises. And through boredom, the children of Idevess lay with each other, and from them sprang the elves, inbred children of incest.

And the two halves of Idevess grew old while generations passed, until eventually they were no longer able to have children. So Time returned to them, and returned them into one, and noted proudly that Idevess had grown in power while they had been twain, and Time charged Idevess with the guardianship over the bottle that held the insanity of divinity. And Time, His plans in motion, returned to the night, and met with the stars.

In the night, Time left a beacon flashing like a metronome, to remind the world of his presence. In the seas, Nyx continued to weep, mourning her loss of innocence, and the seas roiled with her grief. On the land, the many guises suffered under the rule of the insane and precarious deities of the land, and grew stronger. And the sphere of heaven rolled.