Solor ch.1
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An engorged bud drifts through the vast emptiness, floating without aim until it swells to the very edge of bursting. When the pressure is finally too much to bear, it splits in an explosion of stone and leaf, water, and wind. The landscape unfurls into a plane of bountiful life. Rock and root alike drive forth of their own power, finally free of the encasement.
In cosmic ice, an entire reality is born. It does not struggle in the cold emptiness, nor does it fight a futile struggle against an entropic end. It has not come to survive, but to thrive.
From the very moment that Solor is created, it becomes a mother. A seed begins to grow deep within, nourished by and feeding upon the explosion of life all around it.
As it grows rich on the cascade of energy, it begins to sink downward, settling down at the very base of Solor.
As the mother reaches the end of its lifespan, its emanation finally drawing to a close, the bonds to the child begin to strain and break down. Upper layers start to wither.
The penultimate act of the mother is to release its descendent, who is now full of enough power to undergo a cycle of its own, before withering to a desiccated husk.
