1 Creation

Creation

Mother. That is the name of the one who created the Nano Point, the foundation of all existence.

The Nano Point is a sphere at the very heart of the world, the source of all logic. Without it, the word "word" has no meaning. Without the Nano Point, nothing makes sense; the very concept of "meaning" cannot exist, for it would have no ground to stand upon.

Mother is a goddess. After establishing the Nano Point as the bedrock of reality, she created another deity, Salomon, to govern it. She entrusted him with the power to act as he saw fit, before she surrendered herself to a long, eternal slumber.

Salomon, left to his own devices, chose to birth other gods to shape the void:

• Séraphine, a goddess of infinite vision.

• Mélancholy, a goddess of preservation.

• Shiva, the god of the cosmos.

• Torus, the god of the physical realm.

• Gemini, twin sister goddesses who exist as a single being.

To Melancholy, Salomon entrusted the "Mother Eggs"—eight relics of unfathomable power. Her sacred duty was to protect them and use them only if the Nano Point ever trembled or suffered an energy surge. Since the Point remained stable, Melancholy kept the eggs as a collection, nurturing them as if they were her own children.

Shiva was tasked with crafting the universe and the laws of space. Torus sculpted the Earth, the world, the animals, and the wild green of nature. Gemini was given the heavy burden of creating humanity and the spark of consciousness.

But for Seraphine, his final and most perfect creation, Salomon gave her carte blanche. He knew her imagination was boundless. Seraphine observed a flaw in the balance between the works of Torus and Gemini: the world was teeming with Yokai and entities that would easily slaughter Gemini’s fragile humans.

To give humanity a fighting chance, she created a source of power: The Roures. These are tiny, glowing butterflies made of pure energy. The more butterflies gather in one place, the denser the energy becomes. This raw power is known as Magoi.

This magic—this source of pure energy—could achieve anything, provided the physical body was strong enough to endure its strain. Seraphine struck a pact with Gemini: she was granted permission to bestow this power upon the world, on the sole condition that she would never bring harm to humanity.

Seraphine agreed. To her, humans were fascinating. She spent eras observing Gemini’s creation, watching them grow, age, and learn to harness Magoi through the generations. She saw them laugh, cry, and feel true, raw emotions—just like the gods themselves. She also noted that some remained unable to touch the Magoi, existing as silent observers of the light.

But a selfish thought began to take root in her heart, growing stronger each day she looked upon them. She wanted one for herself.

Driven by this desire, Seraphine resolved to conceive a child and live among the mortals. She pleaded with Salomon for his blessing. He hesitated at first, wary of the consequences, but eventually yielded to her relentless daily pleas.

To the gods, creating life from nothingness was a natural power—after all, it was how Torus had sculpted the Earth and Gemini had breathed consciousness into humanity. But this power was not infinite. Seraphine had poured the very essence of her divinity into the creation of the Roures, leaving her spirit drained and her energy depleted.

She knew that to conceive a child through her own power alone would take long, grueling centuries of recovery. But her obsession with the humans had become a fever. She could not wait. She would not wait.

Driven by this urgency, she looked toward Melancholy’s collection. She didn't just want a child; she wanted the life within her to ignite instantly. By stealing and absorbing one of the Mother Eggs, she bypassed the laws of divine recovery, using the egg's immense energy to fuel her pregnancy in a flash.

When Melancholy realized an egg was missing, she "freaked out," and a bitter divide opened between the two goddesses. Seraphine mocked her, calling her a hoarder for guarding eight relics when the Nano Point was perfectly stable—arguing that even in a crisis, a single egg would suffice to fix any tremor.

But Melancholy saw only a thief and a manipulator. To her, Seraphine was the true egoist, a goddess who had plundered a sacred balance just to satisfy a sudden whim.

But the argument mattered little now. The energy of the egg had already taken hold. Seraphine’s belly was full, and the birth of the child was now inevitable.