Adallaad
Goddess of all deeds that has ever happened Archive
|
As old as the basalt and flint rocks, even older than the dawn of mankind, Adallaad has witnessed it all. Airy and light, in her white dress and a wreath of dry thistles on her head, she floats silently everywhere at the same time, recording everything she sees, hears or witnesses: every event, every action, every occurrence, every sound, every written word, she compiles in the vastness of the universe in an infinite, invisible archive. Adallaad functions in silence, she does not react, criticize or judge. She does not punish the villains, she does not award the heroes, she does not reach out to one in need, she does not crown the righteous and she does not share her archive with the people in any way. |
|
Her power is great! Her secret flickers between all deeds in the moments before they occur, before people decide to act (or not to act), to write, to react, to announce, to take revenge, to retaliate. Her secret flickers in the moments of delay before an action triggers a reaction, which triggers a reaction, and the wheel of consequences keeps turning in an endless cycle of reactions...
Her gift is the "Complexed Capsule" - the possibility of a multitude of narratives existing as a capsule of fate and time woven as one. Her gift is the gift of complexity, which allows one to grasp an emotion, a narrative, a belief, without imposing its superiority, without proving its right or approval to be. Her gift is the validation of each and every layer that defines each perspective. It is the understanding that all events are intertwined and their consequences are dynamic, unpredictable, uncontrollable, and violent. There is no better, fairer, or superior narrative.
Adallaad's curse: Burning dust clouds of bloody wars, grief, bereavement, strife, and doom.
Adallaad is the goddess of complexity and all deeds that have ever happened: complexitism.
Her gift is the "Complexed Capsule" - the possibility of a multitude of narratives existing as a capsule of fate and time woven as one. Her gift is the gift of complexity, which allows one to grasp an emotion, a narrative, a belief, without imposing its superiority, without proving its right or approval to be. Her gift is the validation of each and every layer that defines each perspective. It is the understanding that all events are intertwined and their consequences are dynamic, unpredictable, uncontrollable, and violent. There is no better, fairer, or superior narrative.
Adallaad's curse: Burning dust clouds of bloody wars, grief, bereavement, strife, and doom.
Adallaad is the goddess of complexity and all deeds that have ever happened: complexitism.
