Chapter 53:
The Descent and the Debate
In the Vale of Dreams, beneath the petals of a flower that bloomed only once every million years, she stirred.
The goddess had not dreamed for eons. But now her slumber twisted with warmth. She felt his touch—not of flesh, but of thought. Errin's voice called to her across realms, through soul-marked threads buried in the roots of time.
> "The vessel is ready," he whispered.
"But are we?"
The veiled goddess echoed the concern...
Are you ready?
She opened her eyes.
No longer veiled in golden mist, she stood bare—powerless yet radiant sorrounded by mortaity, For she had sealed her divinity long ago to walk in mortal form, to feel the pain of death, the joy of breath, and the ache of love. She had known Errin long before the worlds were numbered.
And now, she would descend again.
Not as a goddess.
But as a mother of gods.
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Meanwhile, far above the twined galaxies, the Eternal Constellation Court gathered—a ring of ancient sovereigns, deities, and fate-keepers who had not met in full for a thousand cycles.
The subject:
"Errin's Act of Divine Conception."
The Chief Astral Judge, a being with stars in its eyes and a gavel forged from cosmic dust, addressed the gathering.
> "The bloodline was sealed. The heirs were erased. The godfire silenced.
Errin dares unravel what was never meant to return."
Another voice, brittle like shattered moonlight, said:
> "We allowed burning of that lineage for a reason. Their god-son once unwrote causality. If one such being returns... we may never control fate again."
But one elder, cloaked in vines and old memories, murmured:
> "Or... perhaps fate wants to be changed. The balance is rotting. Our worlds cry beneath too much order." Free will wants its dome where it will reign supreme.
Silence.
Then the projection of the vessel appeared—a radiant child, soulless for now, but too perfect.
The council trembled.
One of the twelve reached toward the image and saw his own face reflected in the vessel's eyes.
> "He sees us already..."
Panic.
Fear.
Votes were called. Factions split.
Indecision reigned amongst many ..
Some wanted to destroy the vessel before the soul could descend.
Others wanted to bind Errin once and for all.
A few... wanted to watch. To see what might be reborn.
In the end, for the first time in trillion of years no consensus was reached.
The birth had not yet occurred. Intervention was dangerous. Premature.
But the vote of neutrality was broken when one of the eldest whispered:
> "Let them try. Let him love. Let him fail or rise.We have tried and failed to stop destiny but in turn only postponed the innevitable.
Destiny can only be rewritten by those who dare to challenge it."
And in the space between silence and decree, the descent began.a celestial being so beautiful more than chade.....
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