CANVA
- the origin
- reality
- thier beginning
hi there, im canva.
like the place? i figured that if me and void were going to present ourself on crystals website, we may as well warp the page to suit our aesthetic. the truth is youre quite far away from everything else. im sure youll find following any guiding stars to be very difficult if you cant see them. never the matter, i provided a clear path for you to return back to the character page.
ku ku ku ku
thought the option to take your own path still exists...
but ah, where is my manner? allow me to give a proper introduction...
volia! i am canva. to you i a merely fiction, a collection poor written text on a website or a thought on constantly stuck in crystal head.
to everyone below me? i am the physical personification of the beginning. i am their origin, but i came late to the party.
when i first awakened next to void, we saw that reality had already formed and was playing its performance long before we had made it to the stage.
we found uncountable amount of planets, their crust layered in the corpses of generation of creatures that came before. dead world which were no longer able to act, resting behind the curtain to be forgetten.
but there were a few, rare special worlds which still alive. these things, their acted on their own, followed no script yet performed coherently.
their stories was intoxicating
we watched for centuries on end. we have seen several planets perish in all life and found more worlds that sprung up with even more stories to observe. it was truly wonderful.
but after some point, we realised that we had watched almost all stories, and the new we viewed were repetitive. while void was perhaps content with this, i wanted to interfere with their lives, introduce elements to enjoy fresh stories.
we only have each other, to be torn apart over such a trivia would be detrimental. thus a compromise was made. since a significant portion of the lifespan was short, we do not interact with them, merely watch them.
there is a single exception, a world which is ancient and does not seem to die. on this old planet, trial and test were created for the foolish, desperate or very very brave to do. their reward would a meeting with me, where i grant them one thing of anything they desires, within my limits of course.
on rare occasion, i would interfere with certain beings' lives, stir the pot of stories and watch.
there another method in which we perform create stories, however it would be better for void to explain. after all, void deserve of some of the limelight
but we dwelled in the past for far too long now, perhaps you wish to know more about my abilities? while it would be wonderful to hear your thoughts, once again i am merely fiction and can not act on your opinion. i will have to assume instead
as the personification of the beginning, i am able to extend any part of myself and to use it as a building block to creations. the white liquid warps and shapes into a vague object before becoming more detailed; gaining colour, texture, taste, smell, physics, magic, the behavior or aspects of the unexplainable; all of the it decided during the formation. however, as these were once me all of these new objects are simply an extension of myself, thus most object i am able to warp and edit post creation.
sadly, since i arrived to the party late, an significant amount of reality is... dormant. i have to expand and reintegrate matter to be able to manipulate them on will.
i have yet to perform this and will never do so. this would require me to interfere with the delicate balance of dancing chemicals and energies, while my grasp is far my mind is still limited. i lack the foresight or the exact precise control needed to leave the systems untouched.
precise control? once again there are limit and exception to everything, presence company included. despite my effort, i lack the finese on finer details.
typcials this does not matter, i would be able to easily edit matter down to the most of the cells in your flesh. however the soul, the soul. the exact electrical signal timing or the exact the chemical of the brain is so important, yet so small. any slight alteration would have major differences later.
in all of my attempts to replicate a soul, the end result have been... poor.
at some point i stopped. i could no longer watch the vessel self destructive in the most horrible way.
i apologies. it the truth of the matter, while the soul of someone is transferable when intacted, once the glass spirit shatter no amount of effort exists to bring them back. death is final in crystals reality, for all the precaution one may make against it.
but doesnt that make life ever so precious? time stop for nobody, and the we all posses an unknown expire date, even me; yet it makes our fleeting lives so much more important.
i realise that this is preachful coming from this ancient, unaging fictional god; but in your lifespan the action you do will live on for millennia .
your lives are wonderful
and i hope you live for many more wonderful days, as awful today may be.
because in all of time watching, everyone's worst nights, no matter how long, eventually become the most beautiful sun rise.
