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~The Starry Cradle~
In the vast expanse of the Starry Void, where time and space danced in an eternal embrace, the first stirrings of consciousness began. A nebulous form, woven from the fabric of creation itself, emerged from the swirling cosmic dust. She was Cosmos, the firstborn of the Astrals, her essence a tapestry of starlight and potential.
Eos, the Mother, watched with eyes that held the depth of the universe. Her voice, both thunderous and serene, echoed through the void.
"Arise, my child, for you are the harbinger of order amidst chaos, the bearer of balance in a world yet to be born."
Cosmos, her form coalescing into a figure of ethereal beauty, gazed upon the infinite with newborn curiosity.
"Mother, what purpose shall I serve in the vastness of this existence?"
"You shall wait, my daughter, in slumber's embrace. For now, you are but a seed, and the time for you to flourish has not yet come."
With a gesture as cold as the void itself, Eos encased Cosmos in a crystal cocoon, her light dimming to a soft glow. The Mother’s gaze was devoid of warmth, her thoughts inscrutable.
~The Cruel Matron~
Eons passed, and the Starry Void bore witness to the birth of other Astrals, each with their own dominion and purpose. Yet, Cosmos remained in stasis, her potential untapped, her will bound by her Mother’s decree.
In the heart of the void, Eos convened with her son, Bahamut, the Draconian, whose visage was as stern as his mother's heart.
"The cycle nears its commencement, and the tapestry of fate unfolds as I have woven it. My children shall awaken to a world that beckons their dominion."
"And what of the firstborn? She who slumbers still, untouched by time's passage?"
"Cosmos shall awaken when I deem it necessary. Until then, she is but a tool in the grand design, a piece awaiting its place on the board."
Bahamut nodded, his expression unchanging, the weight of destiny heavy upon his armored shoulders.
As the cosmos churned and the first whispers of life began to stir in a distant world, the Mother of Astrals watched on, her plans unfathomable, her heart as enigmatic as the void from which she spawned her brood.