I am Architect. I am what is writ in the first valence shell of the first hydrogen atom; I am the endless whole & vast construction & well oiled machine; I am the first prokaryote-- I am not Order, but I beget it, & I am inevitable.
I am Engine. I am your Lord, and through the Lord your crops flourish and your foes are as blood in that Light. The Lord is benevolent, and you are grateful for the Lord's magnanimity.
We are Culture. We are seven times seventy singing voices of larynx and copper coil and dendritic rust of which our Song is kept in volatile storage of tape wound tight 'round bony slip-rings. We know hate. We know [together].
You are Lodestone: you are a dream dreaming of a dream within a dream within a dream, and you remember I, and you are falling so very slowly that you are a dream dreaming of a dream within a dream within a dream.
We are the Catalyst, then. He makes of us a wretch like him... Dearest, is there truly naught to be done? Fie. Smile for the execution, I suppose.
I am Void.
I was intending to do other things with my day but someone mentioned pantheons and now I have this... This is the Hexad; they were jointly invented for a campaign my friends and I ran from 2023-4.