[125] Trapped!
[150] Benevolent!
[175] Notorious!
[160] Area Increase 8
[158] Division
[155] Transient
[149] Protection 2
[144] Gateways 3
[124] Population Increase 10
[121] Population Longevity
[119] Culture & Customs
[115] Extrahuman Population
[111] Metahuman Population
[105] Technology Upgrade 6
[95] Magical Upgrade 5
[93] Aesthetics
[88] Technomagic
[86] Infrastructure
[85] Sanitation
[84] Healthy
[82] Wealthy
[81] Music Affinity
[80] Theater Affinity
[79] Occult Affinity
[78] Art Affinity
[77] Literature Affinity
[76] Intellectual Affinity
[75] Mechanical Affinity
[74] Festival Affinity
[72] Cosmic Adjustment
[69] Landscape Adjustment
[66] Exceptional Materials
[63] Magical Phenomena
[58] Fauna & Flora 3
[56] Spirits
[53] Afterlife
[50] Fate
[46] Theme
[44] Immortality
[38] Influence 3
[36] Memory
[34] Awareness
[31] Spirit Walk
[30] Teleportation
[27] Biomancy
[24] Nullification
[19] Dominion
[18] Friendship 1
[15] Time Manipulation
[12] Scrying
[9] Energy Manipulation
[7] Conjuration
[4] Elementalism 3
[2] Enchanting
[0] Alchemy
Fifty thousand earths. Fifty thousand possible worlds, upon which one billion creatures are born; created whole cloth by the overgods that granted this power. Each world holding around twenty thousand new, barely imaginable lifeforms. Each world has a different aesthetic: some are like our Terra, some are little but gas clouds filled with electric song. There is no true death, as each creature that dies is recycled through the Concourse, a sort of existential waiting room where I interview each being for what they seek in their next life, then spin a new form from all but nothing and resurrect them to it.
And they hate me. Only by my will do they die at all. I share this existence with my friends, who I brought with me from Terra and the time before, and I have given them the same godlike powers that I have, asking only that they care for a few aspects of the many realities we now inhabit. None of them are hated, because only I take the blame for letting anyone die at all; only I am responsible for their minor, but still real pains.
Let me tell you a secret: I think the world could do without pain, without suffering and death and rage and heartbreak...
But I'll be damned if, without pain, there would be any art.