In the Garden of Gods, after Sunny's question regarding 'who will work in these brothels', all the chatter died down, everyone looked at each other for answers even though most of them knew what the answers can be.
Into this suffocating atmosphere, a single, clear voice rang out.
"Your Majesty," Nyx began, her voice not loud, but carrying a distinct, cutting clarity that instantly silenced the murmurs. She stepped forward from the crowd, her form radiant with starlight.
"Instead of allowing… that… perhaps we should offer a path to something more meaningful. We should let them find true love."
The Gods blinked, confused.
"What I mean," Nyx continued, her voice gaining strength, "is that we are immortal. We are powerful. But we are also isolated. Why not create a system where a God can descend? We can create mortal vessels. We can inject a fragment of our consciousness into these bodies and live a life on our own worlds, or the worlds of others."
