The cloud floated. Its power was immense, the power of a god, fueled by the fusion of the energies of Valkrath and Volkath, if it willed it, it could shape entire worlds, buckle the fabric of reality, birth races of sentient beings whom could build great civilizations in its honor.
But it did none of that. Will was denied it. A quirk of fate that the energy had given it form but no purpose no Name. So it existed and nothing else, until she came.
In the space between seconds, she thundered into existence. Her eyes burned brighter than the suns, her immense wingspan covered the horizon and she burned but not with fire, but with the night sky. She was a Phaenix born of stars.
The great star Phaenix approached the cloud, her form changing as she approached, shrunk in on itself, changed, until she stood before the globe of glass holding the cloud. Standing before the globe was the phaenix to the form of human, too old to be called a girl and not quite old enough to be called a woman, she was a contrast of pale skin and dark hair and eyes, she walked barefoot, but wore a gown seemly crafted of a star field.
She took the globe in her hand and whispered to it. Whispered the word her father had taught her. The word that was a Name.
The cloud shifted and then laid still. The Great Star Phaenix laughed in delight and threw the globe high above her. At the apex of its ascent it stopped, the cloud roiling within. Reality grew taunt around, the universe seemed to hold its breath.
Then the universe changed. In the space between seconds there was now a city. A city that never ended of architecture alien to anything that had been seen before. The Infinite City had come into being, but it was more, much more. I breathed with the power of a god, one whom previously had no name. It had a purpose, to guard. Those who looked too deep, which had previously seen the “What Isn’t” would now see the Infinite City. Those who sought to use magic to breach the veil between what is and what isn‘t, would only come to the Infinite City. And for those who sought answers to unknowable questions, they would too would come to the Infinite City.
The Star Phaenix laughed, delighted, spinning in circles on the cities ageless streets, and the city, which had formerly been a cloud, thrummed at it’s mistresses joy. When she was done, her breath caught again, she touched the wall of the building, then leapt to the air, in the blink of an eye becoming a Phaenix once again and ventured deeper into her mother’s reality.
