Prologue: the bonds across dimensions
Kenien
It's strange, being omniscient. Knowing everything, feeling everything, that might have it's appeal to some people, but it's not a pleasant experience. You find your attention, what's left of your humanity, pulled in certain directions. It's drawn through space, time, barriers you weren't even cognizant of until seconds after your apotheosis, drawn to others who may come to share your fate. It's funny, even to what's left of my consciousness, it seems my name, my old name, seems to be a mark, a cosmic bulls-eye for chaos. Unfortunately, every god knows that without a little chaos and disorder, growth is impossible. Nothing can reach its true potential without a little disorder, an overbearing father, a sister's shadow, the touch of something they'll never understand. Perhaps these two, no, I know these two will be my salvation with what's left of my fading consciousness. I have to reach out to them, an easy task when you exist in them already, but it's only a matter of waking up the darkness in their hearts. . .
