Though your memory's muddy,
You know enough to understand
That fates have cut this world's strand—
And without a way to defend,
You can only watch the world end.
Despite ending, you wake.
With a new world at stake,
Who's familiar, you feel;
"Here" being the Ocean between
The end of one world and the next unseen.
Each god has something they need to learn,
For creation is something they have to earn:
The god of joy and revelry
Must learn some responsibility—
The gods of kindness and anger, though
Must learn that the world is not their foe—
The god of curiosity and hunger, at last
Must learn restraint, to not eat too fast.
There are more gods waiting, too,
But even just three gives you enough to do.
The first gods you meet don't want to be met;
They raise a barrier, thinking you a threat.
You eventually win over the traumatized twins,
Finding they sport matching mischievous grins.
Their mood changes quickly
Between pranking and prickly,
But they're just kids, they're young;
They've got good hearts, just a bit high-strung.
Regardless, there's not much to say until you know more
About the rest of the Ocean you have yet to explore.
You enter a cave and find a strange pod,
That houses a very small hungering god.
The curious larva dreams of faraway places,
And meeting others with similar faces—
But right now, it just wants to find some food,
Making it simple to raise its mood.
You leave to find the next god on your list
And encounter an otter who knows how to twist.
He's having a party in a forest of kelp,
And you're not sure that he even needs your help—
He takes you to a grove away from the fun,
Allowing you to tell him of the hungry one.
He gives you a seed for the larva to plant;
If allowed to grow, much food it will grant.
So you return to the pod and plant the seed,
Which the larva sets upon with insatiable greed.
The first big choice is upon you, now,
As every choice will determine how
The gods all learn and interact with each other—
'Cause one way or another,
The new world MUST be made;
This Ocean is temporary, it WILL fade.
If the gods learned their lessons well,
Then surely the new world will be swell.
But if they didn't learn, what then?
Well then you ready your archival pen;
Once the new world is made, your role is to observe—
You'll record everything with the intent to preserve.
A world made by an immature god
Will be thrown into war, its creation flawed.
Although a world made by a god more mature,
Can still go to war with the other gods, for sure.
If any god did not learn their Ocean-borne lesson,
Then they'll try to take the new world with aggression.
Did you make a harmonic world, or fail?
It's something to learn from—
Are you ready to do it all over again?
The next cycle is once again due to begin.
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