# The Origins

By [Tribes of Zoasis ](https://paragraph.com/@zoasis) · 2022-06-03

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Set deep within an intricate fractal arm of the metaverse, in an inconsequential spiral, of a galaxy in the shape of a very fetching Fibonacci sequence, an exquisite solar system lies. It existed for millennia, without ever being discovered and for all that duration, was entirely barren of life. Stark, alone and empty, it would go on its lonely way, minding its own business, for many millennia more, until finally, it would go the way of all solar systems Unheeded and violently subsumed into darkness. Its single sun exploding into supernova, enveloping all.

Until then, its sun glows, its planets revolve and its rightful place remains, while right next door, in a system no less wonderful, perhaps more, an intriguing and populous universe spins.

Inside this spinning vortex, is the unassuming world of Zoasis, whose inhabitants will muddle into many more metaverse worlds than any of them had a right to. Not for them is the time honoured, if messy tradition of evolution. Instead, Zoasis, created wholesale, is coaxed into existence purposefully. Some might speculate on its origin, investing time and coin trying to fathom why this rebellious little place was coded into existence fully formed. I suspect you know by whom, otherwise you wouldn’t be here for my narration of this lore.

Take a look back to the beginning. No big bang or broken ribs here. Just one small area of Zoasis. A perfect sanctuary, luscious, verdant, beautiful. Now, look closer, at the large tree at its centre, gnarled, old, and aromatic with sweet spice-tinged with earthy undertones. Closer still, in the shadow cast by that tree, a stunning red hue plays upon the trunk. Here, you will see an enormous glowing crystal. The light locked inside shines luminously, reflecting the rays of the world’s many distant suns, refracted by its prism. Warmth emanates from its depths, touching all.

A creator who gently places six eggs around the base of the crystal relies on this warmth and more, counts on the longevity of the crystal. That its continued radiance will not only incubate the beloved eggs, but also power the sanctuary within which they reside, for all eternity. The eggs bask in the glow of the crystal. Its life-giving light radiates through them, as their maker planned.

It is with lofty intentions the altruistic creator banished themselves to the oblivion of anonymity, cutting themselves loose from their enterprise. Allowing no trace of their existence and exacting no credit for their design. People may search, pretenders make claims, but the architect is neither revealed nor held to account. Unforeseen circumstances change nothing. Trusting the creation to flourish, its creator recedes graciously.

For the sake of the Zoasis, maybe I should not have been so benevolent.

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*Originally published on [Tribes of Zoasis ](https://paragraph.com/@zoasis/the-origins)*