My spectacular Alpha Sierra, a helical wonder, mystified in bright green and dark purple swirls, sprinkled with trillions upon trillions of pulsing stars, forming millions of solar systems. Not only remarkably beautiful but also incredibly massive, known as the third-largest galaxy in this universe and yet within your stimulating allure there is stowed away a tiny, decaying planet, Indio. A planet barely kept awake by Magija, a weak life force that only I could manipulate. A mysterious power once used by the ancient Indigos-humanoids that walked the face of Indio before any empires or wars.I have honed this ancient mystery and given birth to greater power; a beauty I have coined Cymaga. And with this greater power, I have made you the splendor and envy of all .Even though it was I who initiated your ending, each faction contributed to your downfall. One notable factor was the Kentila Empire, the so-called ruling class of Indio, whose emperor I kept alive with my knowledge and my greatness and my lust for manipulation. And what did my vices birth?Homecity, my utopian experiment, formed to birth a new beginning; one without jealousy, hate, or sadness. Ha, but the sadness. I could never cure it. I tried by giving Homecity the Glitch, but of course, that too would be abused, and my magnificent achievement would be turned against them like a virus, as a punishment for their disobedience.Even the Landers-those who first abandoned my vision and deserted the city's sectors in its earlier days of construction-even they continued to speak of its majesty. They recount stories of its power, wishing they still had access to its infinite knowledge. They were, unworthy, and never understood my vision.And Mother, I call your name with blandness in my mouth. I gave you life when you hung so dearly by a thread. But what thanks did you gift me with, after I made you the mother to all my living creations? No gratitude at all, not a whisper of thanks-even after I lifted your dying, bloodstained body from the imperial back alleyways and welded you into life itself. I preserved your womb, along with the child inside it. All you wanted was to be called 'mother' by that child, and instead, I made you the mother of a nation.And for this greatness, what have you done?You let your emotions sweep away the foundations of a revolution. Your sadness seeped from the walls and hung densely in every breath, suffocating and unabating. You took my Valdovas and rose up not only against me but the entire Kentilan army, and all for what?Because I took what was rightfully mine? One life. Over the millions you already own. A small return for my graciousness. But in the end, you did see that it was I who held the real power. Skyfire. The celestial blaze forged with the hands and minds of preserved Indigos. You never saw that one coming, and to ashes, you returned, as you should have, years ago.Which now brings me to the lovers. The lovers who tried to manipulate a love so powerful that it would only be the curse of their undoing. But their love had one purpose and they choose to pretend to be their own Gods.Your Airith and my Rapha. Rapha, the boy Mother rejected.I crafted him to kill Mother and she created her to kill all that stood against her. But fate and love are peculiar, and betrayal is a bastard that uses love to toy with its victims in a long chess game of agonizing death. To some, death would have been a better option. Right, Mother?So now, I presume the curiosity about who I am has settled in your mind uncomfortably, as it should. Well, curiosity only leads the cat to the truth, and it is I who determines what remains true in this story. For I am the Creator; I am death.
