Wheel of Time says
In the vast, endless expanse of the celestial realm known as Heaven in Void, the heavens shone with a radiant, otherworldly light. Every shimmering beam revealed the sublime beauty of a domain where gods and goddesses dwelled in eternal splendor.
At this very moment, as the divine light bathed the firmament in its glow, the gods were busy searching for signs and omens in the sky. Their eyes, filled with hope and anticipation, were fixed upon the magnificent heavenly palace—a structure of pure, ethereal brilliance that seemed to float effortlessly amid the void.
Seated near the illustrious Heaven God Lumoria was an elder, his weathered yet gentle features softened by a warm smile as he cradled a delicate cup of tea. The steam rising from his cup mingled with the divine radiance around him, and with a voice as soft as a whispered prayer, he declared.
"Our heaven will surely be blessed with a girl."
His words, imbued with both conviction and a hint of playful prophecy, echoed his long-held belief in the fortunes that fate might bestow upon their realm. Behind him, the majestic figure of the Heaven King moved with purposeful grace.
Although he remained silent for long stretches as he paced the celestial ground, his mind was abuzz with his own expectations. He harbored a quiet certainty that their realm would be graced not by a girl, as the elder had predicted, but by a boy—one whose very existence could alter the fate of all the heavens.
As he ambled slowly across the radiant expanse, the Heaven King's eyes never left the distant palace. With a mixture of longing and urgency, he murmured.
"I don't know how long it will take him to come out from there and reach us with the good news."
His tone, heavy with anticipation, betrayed his eagerness—a hope that burned as brightly as the celestial lights above.
After a moment of reflective silence, he continued, his voice firm yet gentle.
"I think we should go to the palace. It will be easier for the messenger to send us the message about the prince."
As he spoke, his face seemed to glow with renewed energy, mirroring the clear, untroubled blue sky—a sky as still and serene as a tranquil pond on a summer's day.
At that very instant, as if summoned by fate itself, a shimmering portal materialized in the firmament. The sudden appearance of this gateway sent a ripple of excitement through the assembly. With divine swiftness, the Heaven God hurried toward it. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he touched the pulsating energy of the portal, and in a hurried tone he inquired.
"What good news did you bring?"
His words, laced with both hope and urgency, were directed at the emerging figure—a being whose arrival was as mysterious as it was unexpected.
For a brief moment, his eyes followed the figure that emerged from the portal, its form cloaked in a glowing garment that shimmered with a mysterious light. Yet, as soon as he had reached out, he withdrew his hand and peered back into the swirling portal, searching desperately for any sign of the messenger. But there was no one to be seen.
Frustration mingled with curiosity as he turned to the figure now standing before him. "Didn't you bring the Messenger God along with you?" he asked, his tone gentle yet edged with reproach.
His gaze fell upon the newcomer—a majestic being adorned in a robe of luminous, shifting light. This was the God of Time, a figure whose sorrowful eyes hinted at centuries of unspoken grief, though he said nothing in response.
At that moment, the elder, who had been quietly savoring his tea, rose from his seat. With a measured stride and an air of quiet authority, he approached the gathering and remarked.
"There is only one Messenger God in the entire multiverse, and he has to travel everywhere to send and receive messages."
His words, spoken with the calm assurance of one who has witnessed the ebb and flow of divine destiny, lent a sense of order to the unfolding events.
The Heaven God then lifted his eyes, scanning the vast sky for any sign of the palace's light—a beacon that, by divine decree, should shine whenever a god was born in the heavens.
"Whenever a god is born in the heavens, the entire realm glows with their light," he intoned softly, as if reminding himself of a long-cherished truth. Yet his eyes, weary and searching, revealed that no such radiant glow graced the palace this day.
Turning his attention back to the God of Time, he spoke.
"You are always one of my rare guests, yet I do not know what has brought you here today."
The God of Time moved slightly, as though to offer an explanation, but before he could speak further, the elder interjected once more.
With a smile that belied the gravity of the moment, the elder said.
"Clearly, he has come to celebrate the birth of the first Goddess of Heaven. He wishes to share his happiness with us."
The joyous conviction in the elder's voice momentarily lifted the heavy mood, and even the Heaven King's eyes lit up with a flicker of remembrance as he replied.
"Oh, I almost forgot about it."
Yet, as he turned back to observe the God of Time, he was taken aback to see that the usually stoic deity still wore an expression of profound sadness, even in the midst of such a jubilant occasion. Abruptly, the king's mirth faded, replaced by a deep concern as he implored,
"Tell me, why have you come here today?"
In a voice heavy with melancholy, the God of Time finally spoke," There is no lineage for the gods of Heaven anymore. The Wheel of Time decrees that no further births shall grace the palace."
His words, laden with the weight of an ancient curse, sent a shockwave through the assembly. Every god and goddess present fell silent, their eyes fixed on the sorrow etched into the God of Time's features. The revelation hung in the air—a grim prophecy that threatened the very continuity of divine existence.
Without another word, the Heaven God turned sharply and began his determined stride toward the palace. His departure left the gathered deities in a stunned, uneasy hush. The elder's face, once warm and inviting, darkened noticeably as he called after the departing god.
"I have heard much about you—no one truly knows the extent of your power."
His voice, now tinged with a mixture of awe and reprimand, carried across the void.
The God of Time lowered his gaze, his tone softening as he confessed.
"I have always been loyal to His Highness, obeying the orders to capture the gods who revolted. I merely followed the command of the throne at that time."
His admission was a quiet acknowledgment of past battles and burdens borne silently through the ages.
The elder, undeterred by the somber revelations, offered a small, bittersweet smile. "I have heard that after that incident, you never engaged in battle again, choosing instead to reside in your own Palace of Time. I hope that someday, you might find a way to bring about a cure as well."
His words were filled with both admiration for the God of Time's prowess and a hopeful plea for redemption—a desire that even the most ancient of beings could one day find solace from the relentless march of fate.
With that, a palpable shift swept over the assembly. The divine group, united by shared purpose and tempered by the weight of prophecy, activated their powers of teleportation.
In a cascade of brilliant light, they were transported as one toward the celestial palace—a structure that shimmered with the promise of both salvation and mystery. The journey through the void was swift, leaving behind trails of sparkling luminescence as they crossed the threshold between the known and the unknown.
Within the palace, every surface and corridor pulsed with a soft, almost imperceptible glow—an echo of the life force of the heavens. The walls, adorned with ancient runes and cosmic symbols, told the story of countless generations of deities who had come before. It was here that the fate of the divine lineage would be decided, where the hope for a future beyond endless sacrifice was kindled anew.
As they moved deeper into the sanctum, the atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation. Each step echoed with the memories of past triumphs and the lingering sorrow of foregone eras. The heavens, once so full of promise, now seemed to bear the scars of battles long past. And yet, amid the spectral glow of the palace, a quiet determination stirred within the hearts of those present.
Though the elder's earlier words about a future blessed with a girl and the king's hope for a boy who could change the fate of the heavens still resonated in the air, the revelation from the God of Time cast a long, dark shadow over these prophecies. The absence of divine lineage, as foretold by the Wheel of Time, was a dire omen—a challenge that would test the resolve of even the most steadfast of deities.
In that moment, the celestial court gathered in the grand hall of the palace, their collective breath held in anxious anticipation. The silence was profound, punctuated only by the soft, rhythmic hum of ancient energy that permeated every stone and beam. Here, in the heart of Heaven In Void, the destinies of gods and goddesses intertwined with the inexorable flow of time, and every whispered word carried the weight of eternity.
The journey had led them to a crossroads where hope and despair danced in a delicate balance—a testament to the enduring spirit of the divine. Even as uncertainty loomed large and the future of the heavenly lineage was called into question, there remained a spark of resilience, a belief that even the darkest prophecies might one day be overturned by the light of new beginnings.