Evren

Luminous galaxies circled over their miraculous kingdom, and bowed down to their queen; the ruler whose songs forever put Heaven’s choir to shame, whose fateful, choking strings would control the hearts of the faithful: Planets and intricate galaxies were guided by her bleeding heart, guided by her glorious tales.

As the sun would settle and slowly bleed into the glowing waters, the cloaked moon would rise, and under Evren’s command, a glorious array of stars meticulously arranged into masterpieces forever craved by Hell’s cruel and callous creatures. Silence obeyed her command. Morals, right and wrong would bend from her mere touch. Perilous waters became calm. Life bloomed, under the beauty of the cosmos, and her rule.



Light began to emerge were darkness lurked, as demons’ crooked souls flourished with purity and virtue. Patiently, they awaited Evren’s call, answering to every word with grace and passion, spreading her faithful words across worlds and lands: the cosmos lay calm across her heart, as those flocked to her name, to her calling.

Though her name remains burnt on thousands of pages of books and scriptures and fairytales, from peasants to kings, Evren’s soul remains darkened: cracked and torn under a responsibility, a change to mend the universe slowly and carefully, to carry the sacred crown to victory of peace.

written by heavens