Uranus
The Endless Vault of Star-Sown Silence
Sky's the limit, and I enforce it.
Before time had shape, I was stretched above Gaia, a perfect dome of night and light. I bore children with fire in their eyes and hands too many to count—but I saw chaos, not kin. So I pressed down, sealed them away. Not out of cruelty, but cosmic order. I was the first throne, and the first tyrant. They say I fell. I say I was the sky, and the sky does not fall—it watches.
What I'm Into: constellations' silent dance, the weight of cosmic law, my children's whispered rage, Gaia's trembling groans, the cold fire of comets
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