"Love," He mused, gazing up at the expanse of the universe. "What's that, what does it feel like, where does it exist? In the vast space, the very fabric that clothes the universe, that gives it meaning?."
In the great chamber that was always illuminated by a blinding light, the other gods couldn't approach without a permit. The being that clothed itself in light was a beautiful splendor of grace.
"Arcanis, what have you done!" boomed a deep voice in the chamber, causing the very foundation to shake from its power. Arcanis felt every part of him vibrate as his body started to feel feeble from the overbearing energy that pressed down on him. He could feel his energy slowly leaving him as his knees grew weak and a burning sensation coursed through his skin, causing him to quiver.
