Creation of Erebos
In the sacred dance where light meets dark,
Aether’s brilliance kissed Erebos' mark,
From their embrace, a realm did stir,
Aer was born, a canvas to confer.
Golden rain from Aether flowed,
Igniting life where dreams bestowed,
Flowers bloomed in hues unseen,
Rivers shimmered, casting gleam.
Yet shadows whispered from Erebos' depths,
Crafting secrets in quiet breaths,
Darkened valleys, mysteries spun,
A realm where light and shadow run.
Mortals tread on vibrant ground,
In stories woven, their lives were found,
Cities thrummed with innovation’s call,
While ancient magic watched over all.
As seasons turned, the magic swayed,
In harmony with the lives they made,
Spells and wonders from hands took flight,
Yet shadows lingered, a balance of light.
Aer, a realm of convergence bright,
Where dreams take wing in the moon’s soft light,
A testament to unity, forever to stand,
Cradled by Aether and Erebos' hand.
