In the beginning, when there was nothing, What appeared to be a shining star had begun to manifest. The star grew bigger and brighter until a dark equator began to surface, like a dam breaking from pressure, the darkness broke out like ocean waves. While the darkness flowed forth, filling every inch of space, two beings were floating where the star once was. The two primal beings of opposing forces were born and along with them, the universe. In the vast expanse of potential, they began to create. Together they began to scatter millions and billions of stars in the darkness until they discovered the importance of their powers and working together. Yin and Yang along with their wisdom slowly bore 7 children, each assigned with a fragment of their cosmic power. The planets were made and given to the children as projects to understand their power and strength.

By the time the 7th child was born, the other children were ready for bigger things. Yin and Yang gave them a planet to work on all together, One with creativity and life. The siblings came together to chat about their goals, plans, and decisions, all but one knew what to do. The youngest stayed silent and watched their siblings with curiousity as their abilites loomed over his own.

Once the siblings dispersed into their own corners of the planet, the youngest hesitated to choose a space. While he contemplated in his abilities to do the task and how he'd manage, Yin and Yang aproached in a singular form similar to his own. A form with double the arms, a big glowing ring floating just milimeters behind with small wings around, a crown of floating Cumulonimbus clouds, a third eye, a set of breasts just above a set of pecs, abs, and a circle on their chest. Their voice was doubled as both spoke,

"Our dear amateur, your first task shall be to observe your siblings. Your observant unknowing point of view brings forth thoughts untainted. With those paths blocked and unsolved, move forward with the ideas you unlock due to their ways of creating and communicating."

Still unsure, the youngest agreed and journeyed the unfamiliar land.

His oldest sibling, Aurelios, chose they empty canvas that is the sky.
The next in line, Frigia, chose the mountain tops and frozen over land behind them.
The third sibling, Kaelis, chose the waters she could freely swim in.
The fourth, Ignara, Chose the flames and flowing lava.
The fifth, Umbra, followed his flaming brother and stayed in the shadows.
The youngest sister, Verdana, chose the forests and their vegetation.
The youngest brother, Adonis, started with the most experienced.

In the task of observing my siblings, I decided to begin with the eldest. The sky was already scattered with what he called clouds, wispy collections of water droplets. They floated gently and slowly just above us. I followed the trail of them and neared my winged sibling's domain. The air grew slightly colder as I arrived, filled with constant breezes. Above me, the sky began to unfold into a marvel of architecture, a grand pyramid of clouds. Each layer of vapor hovered gracefully, as if deliberately arranged to form a structure worthy of awe. These clouds- soft yet majestic- floated with regal air, ever so slightly shifting and drifting, yet always holding their shape.

My gaze fell upon Aurelios themselves, tall and brilliant. They worked tirelessly, conjuring clouds from thin air in a display of creation that seemed almost magical. He pulled thin clouds out of his closed fist and fluffed them out, shaping them gracefully. The soft material curled and coiled around their long, nimble fingers, then expanded outward in billowing forms.