The transition from a quiet neighbor to a cosmic engineer happened with the arrival of the Herald of the Great Loom. It was a Tuesday morning in the Atlas, and Aegis was halfway through repairing a trellis for his jasmine vines when the sky above his garden crystallized into a shimmering, golden screen.
A being composed entirely of geometric light appeared. Unlike the messengers of the Primordial Chaos, this figure was an Overseer of the Empty Vales, the division of Celestials responsible for filling the terrifying, silent gaps between established multiverses.
"Aegis, the God of Origin," the Herald intoned, its voice sounding like the hum of a thousand vibrating harps. "Your work with the recycled treasures of the ravine has not gone unnoticed. The Garden of Accelerated Dawn is a masterpiece of efficiency. We have a deficit of existence in the Ninth Void Sector. We require a Weaver. We require you."
