Migration of the Solar System
I never asked for this I always did my best Without your love I am a broken mess Now I’m never enough It’s almost too much For me to work I need a human’s touch
And from the ashes, a God is born. Tell me, are you satisfied now, Theia?
Darling, not even death could tarnish your beauty.
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This universe alongside all others are influenced by natural and strange energies alike. Ebbing and flowing, breathing as if alive, in it's own way. The dying universe you hail from differs in feeling here, it doesn't know how to react to your presence. But in time, the auras will learn how to flow with yours, and your power will stabilize with patience, and practice.
Meet Ares, a fickle terra planet who possesses the ability to manipulate matter of other beings including that of celestials. This ability has gotten him in trouble more than once or twice, even nearly killing the entire dang Solar system in an attempt to steal Sol's core for himself. But despite getting off the hook with only a slap on the wrist, he's a valued part of the star system, able to use his ability to heal, and he does care for the others… in his own strange way.
Meet… Cynthia. The earth's moon once upon a time.