Backstory: We govern nothing, but shape everything

In the beginning, if beginnings could be said to exist in a place that was always spinning, a winged Venus stood at the axis of a living, breathing myth. She did not command the world, yet it moved around her.

Her wings gave flight to notions of memory. Neither human nor fully divine, she was the possibility of form but not its conclusion. The beings around her followed her shape as if it were the gravity of truth but they did not obey her.

Creatures rose from the swirling chaos like thoughts breaking the surface of consciousness. Primitive organisms pulsed in bright pockets, and monsters darted along the edges, testing the boundaries of what the story might become.

The world spun like a great wheel of anxiety mixed with hope. Though she stood at its center, she had long understood that to be at the heart of something does not mean to rule it.

Above her, an unblinking eye, enormous, and calm. Some said it belonged to a forgotten god, watching without judgment. 

And in this realm where nothing stayed still, where new species formed from stray colours and discarded thoughts, Venus learned that her power was not one of control. She could not command order from chaos, nor stop the creatures from evolving into newer, stranger versions of themselves.

When her wings fluttered, even slightly, storms of new possibilities rippled through the landscape. When she shifted her weight, the creatures adapted. When she breathed, the world breathed with her. There were no decrees, no laws, no ownership.

But she could shape the world’s rhythm by her mere presence and the simple act of being. – L/C