The stories of the old gods are true. They came from a convulsion of the universe, a chance and temporary order by which future chaos could best be ensured. Birthed in moments that might have been millennia, they found themselves in the void; its sole inhabitants, seething with entropy and separation and light. Alone, and angry to exist, in their supreme isolation and ultimate other-ness they instinctively lashed out, and in doing so created all the features and worlds of the heavens. Every s...
