In the beginning, there was nothing.

There was Abyss. There were the other Primordial Forces; Death and Vita, Lumen and Amor, each a counteract for another, save Amor.

These sounds, names, do not cover their true names, their nature, appropriately, but the ones who could speak such archaic and powerful tongues do not do so, out of respect for the great ones. Disrespecting such a powerful being by raising it from its slumber with a name so powerful does not bode well for your health.

The void was great, an endless expanse inhabited only by the Primes, vast and lonely.

Abyss was the first and only to fall. Her loneliness was her birth and her undoing.

Summoning all of her great power and soul, she created the Celestials. Immortal beings made of light and life, darkness and shadow, untouched by mortality that did not yet exist, in this ancient time before the birth of time and the universe itself.

This very act of creation was the catalyst of the end of the age of eternity, the first and only Prime to die, to become mortal, a concept not yet existent. Creation heralded destruction, destruction heralded creation, an ouroboros of life and death, newly born and newly deceased.

Abyss shattered, and spread in a tidal wave faster than what would soon begin to exist and be called light, sparking new creations that spun and burned with bright glory, their lives quickly burning out in explosions that birth great gaps in the world that hungered endlessly and shrieked a empty whistle, created clouds of life that sheltered new fires of life, created millions upon billions of sheltered homes, soon to be named worlds.

The burning fires came to be called stars, the hungry gaps black holes, the clouds of life nebulas, and thousands of other great things that the Celestials lovingly named, each piece of their fallen mother.

The worlds, the most treasured pieces of all, for they carried the greatest gift Abyss had given her children before her fall.

Life.

Vita and Death, taking on new names, accepted the care of the being that grew within the worlds, humans and elves and dragons and a billion different creatures and animals and plants.

They wove the tapestries of mortality and passed each shard of life from one being to another as they were born and died, an endless cycle of reincarnation they swore to oversee and protect for the eternity of the new age Abyss's death has ushered them all into.

Amor was fascinated by the bonds the mortals formed, and promised all their power into safeguarding and feeding the bonds of love and care and life, of hate and betrayal and vengeance, of trust and caution and pain, every emotion and every feeling they shared.

And the Celestials, newly born and searching for purpose, promised to guide the mortals in their lives, to protect their worlds from harm and to ensure the bubble of protection from the cold void beyond their worlds would never rupture into their safe, life filled homes.

The worlds gathered into galaxies, some splitting into mirrors of each other and hovering in comforting spirals, some wandering into solitary existence, some unique in their creations and some doppelgangers of thousands of mirrored worlds.

The Celestials safeguarded them all, sometimes even taking on mortal shells to walk amongst them, helping them from the background and saving lives, or just living with them, a reminder that no matter how much more powerful they were, their power was for the benefit of the weaker, more fragile mortals that they protected.

They soon discovered a new power Abyss had bestowed upon them, their greatest responsibility.

A mortal, on the verge of death, a great hero who had sacrificed themself to save many others. Their celestial lover, desperate to save them.

In a moment and in an eternity, a new Star was born. A celestial stumbled into existence, clumsy and newborn and once mortal, not a Nebula created from Abyss.

The Nebula celestials, the first, took seriously their newfound ability, swearing only to ascend the worthy, the ones deserving of a second chance at life, those of pure heart and kind soul.

With the birth of the Stars, so too came affinities, each celestial bestowed with two things to care for, responsibilities sectored amongst the many celestials. Celestials of stars and water, celestials of guidance and protection, celestials of all things everywhere.

The Stars were taken under the wing of the Nebulae, taught their sacred duty and shown the greatness of the universe, all they had to protect, all from the safety of Origins before casting them out to help others, like a baby bird from its home nest.

Origins, the home of the celestials, created from the vast skeleton of Abyss and lit by her still-beating heart, an Astrum that hovered in the false Origins sky and gave guidance to her children, even in death.

The celestials made Origins not just a home, but a city to mirror the greatest mortal metropolises, filled with bustling streets and faux shops and places to spend time with each other and rest in between missions to mortal worlds.

Soon, a new building was erected, near the central spires of Origins where the gateways to the many worlds resided.

A Library, a place of true safety, for the Stars who had been hurt and injured by their mortal lives, a safe place to heal and adjust to their newly immortal existence before adhering to their celestial duties.

Stars were born, Nebulae ascending those they saw in need and worthy, and existence moved on as the newly created concept of time stretched on.

There were hitches, the Betrayer, the Exile, the Fallen, moments of grief and pain that every celestial, Star and Nebula alike, shared.

Those events are not spoken of.

Some celestials were more adventurous than others. Some preferred the peace and comfort of Origins, serving to make Origins a true city with their homes and lives, while others exploring every inch of the eternal multiverse, hopping in and out of worlds and lives alike, and yet more oscillated between calmness and adventure.

Several celestials in particular were well known across Origins for their penchant to cause chaos and joy in equal amounts wherever they went.

The stories of the celestials of chaos and help, chaos and justice, art and magic, stars and water, and several others.

Indigo, Arlo, Tsuki, and Rain. Star, Star, Nebula, Nebula. A pair of Star Twins, ascended at the same time and bonded forevermore, and the Nebulae they befriended and became closer than friends to, their family in the cosmos.

The celestials of shapeshifting and mind, a group of eight sharing a body that they multiplied and shifted at will. Bethany, Noah, Artemis, Eleanor, Ashley, Avery, Avalon, and Cherry, each with their own sole affinities as well as their group one.

The other celestials of their little group, the celestial of music and weather, Sylver, the celestial of history and warfare, Cat, a pair that wandered in and out of the antics in between their own adventures in the universe.

This is their story, and the story of the many worlds they visit, protect, love, and inadvertently reap mayhem in.

Prepare to see the world truly for the first time, as seen from above.