Finite

Like all things, it was first a simple form born of love. Drifting through the cosmos, confined, aimless. It spotted many spheres along different states: dead, thriving, beginning, and ending.

It saw humanity. Their weakness, pride, love, strength, desire, and pain—a myriad of millions of states, yet the world was incomplete.

The being took a form of what had come before: a sister and a daughter. It wailed for aid. The first hands that came, she recognized to be warm and familiar, yet cold and distant. Her mother, who cradled her head in safety by ivory hands, and gazed with intense yet watchful red eyes.

Her father's skin was obsidian, his eyes a deep blue harboring kindness and hatred, his voice a smooth song of ancient times.

"She will be weak if you continue," her father said while her mother suckled the being to cease her discomfort.

"She'll be fine. The others are. The young must be kept safe," her mother explained.

"To grow, she must learn. She must know pain, if she's to know joy. We're not in the Empyrean anymore."

She met her brother, formed of impactive flames and quivering water. Swirling steam, sand, greenery, and lightning. His visits were temporary, memorable, and always short.

Her other brother had skin middling between a light brown and her own peach skin. His hands were full of cascading blood. Her sister was always changing between a sweet voice and suppressed malice. Her last sibling made his presence known deep within the night—drifting through the fringes of her birthplace, growing with the passing years, slithering from her sight, yet still present, waiting to eventually strike his presence into all things.

She learned the tongue of man with the passing of time. Empyrean, Loss, Pain, Earth, Lasa, and war spit from the lips of others, then through her own.

Her hands came to the dirt, and a creature emerged from the ground. The first of its kind. An animal. She named it Pigeon and sent it forward. It grew wings, and so did she. At the same time her hair grew blond, her eyes blue, and her skin pale.

"What is this?" her mother asked with hesitancy.

"Animal," she said.

"A new beginning," her father smoothly announced.

"Goddess. Goddess of animals," her mother echoed.