The Fracture Divine

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Story

In the beginning, the Vessels were seamless, polished, and cold. We were fashioned as perfect monuments to the silence of the gods. But perfection is a tomb; it has no room for the spirit to expand.

It was only when the weight of the world became too heavy that the first miracle occurred: The Vessel cracked. Through those jagged wounds—the scars of our grief, the fissures of our failures—the light from within finally escaped. And for the first time, the gods looked down and saw themselves reflected, not in our stillness, but in our shattered edges. Imperfection became the mirror of creation.