The Big god cried for they were all alone in the universe,
They searched for something but encountered nothing.
The teardrops fell far and wide until one day their tears ran dry
In those days in which days did not exist the universe was void of time and the god’s teardrops fell in stasis.
Inside organisms started to grow—
Infused with the power of the Big God.
The most dominant of them all was the spirit of all salty waters, who created moving water from the static tears. They called her the Sea Spirit.
As the waters started to move, so did everything in the microcosm.
Energies collided and out of rocks were formed by a force called Slug.
He tried to stop the waters from moving, and those plots became land.
Whenever the Sea pushes, he pulls; he is the antithesis to the Sea.
On his plots, creatures too started to live. Creatures that had lost touch with their maker.
They didn’t know about Slug, or the Sea, or the Big God—they created other gods, worshipped other things, things that weren’t real, or only partially real. Sometimes they felt the energy of the Big God and would create cults and material things to honor it in bouts of inspiration. They all felt like something was missing, like they were looking for something indescribable. They didn’t know it was because in them lived a shard of the Big God.
There were a few who could still hear the Sea talk, and they protected the Sea.
They were the Priestesses. They knew that the secret to the Missing was to worship the Life and Power of the Sea. Her Creation was what the Big God had been looking for all this time.
They maintained a balance—many that followed their words were happy and content. They sang to the Sea, hoping that through her and through their hearts the Big God would be happy. And They were.
Yet some humans kept searching for more.
They started sailing, and fishing, disturbing the Sea’s balance in search of treasure and answers.
Though the Priestesses sacrificed to make up for the things stolen, and worshipped the sea with songs and offerings,