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So this isn't really prose OR poetry, but it's all I had the time for this week:
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So this isn't really prose OR poetry, but it's all I had the time for this week:
- Worldbuilding Religion
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Creation
It is not known how the beginning was begun, and it never shall be. There came two Kings who told us that to seek knowledge is never sinful except when seeking this. Our story must begin here: There were two men, brothers, possessed of extraordinary power. The world around them was a shapeless, flat expanse, and they were bored. They decided to build something which pleased them. Working together, they ran their fingers through the world and squeezed the water out, so that they could shape the land. The mass that formed floated in an endless ocean, and so the World was born. The brothers got to work, slowly molding mountain, lakes, ravines, and more, and they painted the sky with the most evocative colors they found.
When it was done, they saw stillness, and were displeased. For this reason they each pulled two teeth from their mouths and crushed them, scattering the dust as seeds of life. The World’s panoply grew.
War
There came a time when the King of Strength and the King of Gentleness could not reconcile or set aside their clashing beliefs. The brothers went to war, and entire nations died for them. In the end, the older brother who was stronger stood as the Victor, while the younger who was kinder prostrated himself as the Bowed. Resolution came at a terrible cost - much of the world they had built together was destroyed.
In the aftermath, the brothers grew close again, the Bowed’s Passion humbled and the Victor’s Rage released. The worked together to rebuild the land and the life that had always served them well.
Death
Those who had fought for The Brothers were so often grievously injured, but Death did not come to them. The Bowed did not wish to see his creations leave him, and The Victor did not wish to see his creations falter. However, they felt the pain of their people. Together, they found a solution. Said the Bowed in his Ruth, “Let our works reach farther than anything conceivable. Let them create their own people, continuously perpetuating the beauty of the life we have bestowed upon them.” Said the Victor in his Mercy, “Let this life not be eternal, for pain and suffering must someday end and man cannot withstand as a god shall. Let our people know the value of our gift to them through its very brevity.”
And it was so.
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