Denizens of a the Sphere possessed no concept of a thing such as ‘circadian rhythm.’ Their rising and falling, their comings and goings, their workings and breakings, all such things were governed by the emotions of the Goddess projected through the Sphere. They felt the return of the littlest aspect of the Goddess with the sharp spike of joy that drove itself through the Sphere like a long nail of iron through soft flesh. At that spike, some would rise, some would fall, some would come, some would go, some would begin work, and some would break for rest. But regardless of the motion of their forms, all Denizens recognized this moment as the dawning of a new day.
So understandable the Denizen’s distress as, for nearly three cycles, there had been no new day. Worshippers gathered at the temples praying for answers, spiritual leaders comforted the curious with affirmations of Her glory, and the Goddess herself paced about the Skittering Palace, wondering what to do. Within the highest turret upon the back of the unfathomably immense insect, The Goddess looked out upon her world and sighed. The Sphere, as if feeling the exhale of air from its creator, so too exhaled great gusts of red miasma from its core.
Leaning out the window, The Goddess called gently for Her bonded one. It was not a sound nor a name, for to invoke her name in this way would be an abuse of power in this summoning. No, The Goddess wished for Enki to come of her own volition, and She would not force the child if she possessed alternative desires. But surely Enki would know of the lack of a new day, surely Enki had noticed that The Goddess had not left this plane in three cycles. Something was remiss, and The Goddess desired Enki’s help.
So She called, a gentle lulling of emotion that radiated out from the tower and across the plains of the Sphere. It was the emotions of love from a dear mother and desire of assistance. Of course, some Denizens would feel it as well, but even they would know it was a directed call. An emotional outright from -One- to -Another.- That is all to say, it was meant for Enki, and Enki alone.
“Dear,” The words could almost be heard, “Would you kindly come to me?”
So understandable the Denizen’s distress as, for nearly three cycles, there had been no new day. Worshippers gathered at the temples praying for answers, spiritual leaders comforted the curious with affirmations of Her glory, and the Goddess herself paced about the Skittering Palace, wondering what to do. Within the highest turret upon the back of the unfathomably immense insect, The Goddess looked out upon her world and sighed. The Sphere, as if feeling the exhale of air from its creator, so too exhaled great gusts of red miasma from its core.
Leaning out the window, The Goddess called gently for Her bonded one. It was not a sound nor a name, for to invoke her name in this way would be an abuse of power in this summoning. No, The Goddess wished for Enki to come of her own volition, and She would not force the child if she possessed alternative desires. But surely Enki would know of the lack of a new day, surely Enki had noticed that The Goddess had not left this plane in three cycles. Something was remiss, and The Goddess desired Enki’s help.
So She called, a gentle lulling of emotion that radiated out from the tower and across the plains of the Sphere. It was the emotions of love from a dear mother and desire of assistance. Of course, some Denizens would feel it as well, but even they would know it was a directed call. An emotional outright from -One- to -Another.- That is all to say, it was meant for Enki, and Enki alone.
“Dear,” The words could almost be heard, “Would you kindly come to me?”