Alejandra
Light.

"Ah, here we go again. I wonder what kind of world is waiting for me."

KIARA was lost in her thoughts as her consciousness was transferring from one world to another, a process which took very little time, but each time, it did not fail to make her ask questions. Was she the only one who had this ability? Who bestowed it upon her? Is it a curse, or a blessing? 
Many, so many questions unanswered, and unanswered they shall forever remain, as they did already for seven lifetimes.

On the upper branches of the sacred tree, where fruits of splendid sight adorned the tree like jewels, hanging from the branches, one particular fruit stood out: it was an apple, yet not quite shiny or bright red as the other ones. It had a dark, deep red and brown, obviously signs rotting. Were it not for this one apple, the tree would've been considered perfect. 

Thump.

The rotten apple fell to the ground, as if accepting its abnormal nature, and deciding to sacrifice itself so the tree could retain its quintessential beauty. It would have been its fate to rot away, alone on the ground, and perish under the mercy of time. 
However, fate had other plans for the pitiful fruit.
It started with a shake, then a pause... One, two seconds- suddenly, rattling, in such a frantic manner that was almost eerie. The rattling only increased until it reached its climax, and finally, split into two and bid its final adieu with a blinding light-

The sudden acquisition of a new body obviously wasn't going to let her have immediate motion control over everything, so she fell to her knees. Her eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of beautiful golden orbs under the layers of pink, silky hair that covered her front vision. As her consciousness familiarized with the new vessel, she brought up her hands, extending her arms, checking front and back; pale, slim fingers, and such pretty nails. 

Wait, this isn't the body of a newborn- what is happening? 
This is certainly a first- up until now, she had always started a life from zero; did she perhaps possess another body? Or did she just... Get birthed out like this? Where are the parents?
Despite the questions speedly entering her mind, she was still calm and rational. See, she never gets agitated- ever. Kiara's attempt to stand up on her legs proved unsuccessful as her heavy wings dragged her down to the ground again, causing her to let out a grunt as she hit the floor.

"What the fuck?" She shifted her head over to look at the giant pair of wings located at her hips with a frown, sparing no room for a refined vocabulary.

"No way. At the *Hips*? That's gotta be the most useless place for wings ever. How am I even gonna walk like this? Goddammit."
Thomas
The Wheatmother had been hovering above one of the upper branches of the World Tree, sorting through some of her finest stalks of wheats and casting those deemed unworthy into the void below, when the sudden thump of a fruit falling next to her caught her attention. She sent her unborn sibling a disinterested glance, her hundreds of eyes moving at once, though her eyebrow did raise slightly as she watched the fruit began to shake and eventually hatch. Scratch that, it did interest her, if only because it was the first time that she had seen one of her fellows being born.

The goddess wasted no time in letting the newborn deity know of her presence. "You could always get rid of them." The Wheatmother was in her true form, an eldritch monstrosity of wheat and sickles and a rope of locust corpses, but to demonstrate her point, as well as get properly dressed to meet her sister, her shape changed. Her form warped and twisted until she was a young human woman in her early twenties. Her golden braids cascaded down her shoulders like stalks of wheat as she placed a hand on her hip. A woven basket contained the wheat stalks that she had chosen to keep, propped up by her other arm.

"Your shape is as malleable as any of our kinds', little sister." She scoffed, the childish aspect being the one in charge at the moment. "After all, we *Are* Gods." A wild claim for someone who had just been reborn, but Triticea was radiant. Resplendent, in a quiet way, and physically perfect in a way that only the divine could achieve. She knew firsthand how confusing it was to be born, the hazy blur that her mind had been when she had first awakened from a divine stalk of wheat into the goddess she was today. As such, she had the mercy to drop the bomb on her new sister right away, rather than hanging the question over the younger god's face. She didn't introduce herself yet, though, not wanting to overload her poor newborn sibling with information right away.

Vaias roamed the world tree, hoping to find anyone that could tell him about... Well, about anything. He had only just appeared here, after all. None of his other parts had found anything interesting yet, so he still had no clue as to where he was. So, he walked along the branches calmly, his head swivelling from side to side, paying attention to everything around him.

After a little while of this, Vaias finally heard something that wasn't the soft rustling of leaves. A voice. Good, another being was close.

Speeding up his pace, he sought for the source of the sound. Ah, there! The person- no, the deity, they felt divine just like him- looked very different from Vaias. The biggest difference, of course, being that they had no feathers. **"Understandable,"** He muttered to himself, inaudible to others. **"Ah- another one?"**

He could see another deity, this one not standing. They had no feathers either, but did have wings. Although, theirs weren't owl wings, like Vaias' own. They were feathered, but their shape was very different. And...

**"Wings on the hips?"** He questioned, not really expecting either of the two to respond. **"Strange... Oh, but we can take our forms however we want to, can we not? In that case, I won't judge another's decisions.."**

As he spoke, Vaias waved his hands through the air. **"Oh!"** He exclaimed suddenly. **"I should not be standing to the side here! Hello, dear fellow deities. I am Vaias, God of Truth, of Fact, and of Owls. Might I, perhaps, know your names as well?"**
Alejandra
As she stood up- slowly and carefully this time- in a second attempt to walk, it, too, resulted in a failure, but not due to the heavy wings this time, but due to the sight before her. Her gaze lingered on the figure in astoundment, it surely was a sight to behold, though she wasn't *That* Shocked- she had seen worse creatures, though this definitely goes on her top ten, or top seven... 

"Are you a scarecro- Oh nevermind." She left the rude inquiries unfinished, probably for the best. Prudent, shrewd eyes scanned the stranger up and down, following their every movement down to the smallest of details. Several speculations started invading her mind at an unprocessable rate: *Isitsentient?Whatpowersdoesithave?Isthisadream?Isittheboogeyman?Isitharmful?Willitki-*

"-little sister." 

*"Little... What? This... *Thing* Is..."*
Golden eyes went wide and just stared for a few seconds. Her mouth opened to comment, until another unexpected information was delivered, leaving her stupefied.

**"GODS."**

A disbelieving, almost wicked-sounding chuckle escaped her lips; the vast opportunities this absurd idea would present... It can't be, or can it? 

"...Hold up- you said gods? You-" She laughed lightly in between sentences, as if it would make the situation any less farcible. "You- wow." Having only led human lives, the possibility of being reborn as a deity had only crossed her mind once in a while in the form of wishful thinking. Her brilliant mind, however, was rapid to alter from stupefaction to *Thinking*. Thinking; opening her mind the hundreds, if not thousands of ways this lifetime could go. This **Infinite** Lifetime.

*Whatamicapableofdoing?Iseverythingwithoutconsequences?Wouldibeabletokillthisthinginfrontofme?Whatabout-*

Before her train of (sociopathic) thoughts could arrive at its final destination, her eyes were met with a new creature. More... Animalesque, but definitely a more digestible view than the awful monster before. She hated the number of eyes it had; yikes.

Names, huh. Kiara pondered upon the question, and simply stared back into the eyes that shared the same amber in silence as she thought about a name.

"...Cupid."

Yes, that goofy ass baby with wings. It's perfect. She shifted to a more comfortable position, sitting on the floor with knees brought to her chest, arms around her legs: a defensive body language that openly suggests she is lost and in distress. However, as a sign of trust, she didn't avoid eye contact with the two. It's just like dealing with animals.

"Uhm, sorry... I'm not sure if I'm able to follow. Am I really a... God?" Her previous tone, carefree, almost boy-ish, and confident, changed to a more meek, docile one, to convince the two strangers she is not a threat- which she really isn't, as of now.
Thomas
The Wheatmother glanced at the newcomer, still in her humanoid form, then back to her newborn sister. She chose to address the youngest deity's questions first, if only because her name was hardly a pressing issue. "A god. Or goddess, in your case. As am I. As is he." She nodded at Vaias. "Divine fruits sprouted from the World Tree." She gestured downwards at the genuinely massive structure that was now very clearly a tree, and at the void that the roots sank into. "I'm afraid you won't find any mortals up here. The concentration of our Mother Gaia's power can only be endured by deities like us."

It was now that she finally addressed the question that Vaias had asked her. She placed a hand on her chest, nodding at the others. "As for me... I have a lot of names. Wheatmother, the Great Locust, the goddess of the harvest." As per usual, she introduced herself with the epithets that rolled off the tongue rather than her actual domains, which sounded much less impressive than simply *Harvest*. "But to my siblings... That means you two, I am Triticea." She gave them a short, elegant bow befitting of Triticea Genetrix, but she spoke with that same casual diction of Triticea Pueri.

She strolled towards her younger sister, shoots of wheat growing where her feet had been moments prior. Kneeling down so that she was level with Cupid, she hummed and nodded. "Cupid... I could have sworn I've heard that name before." She shrugged. "Oh well." She held out an open palm, and the goddess performed something that, in most worlds, was an impossibility. Such was the power of the gods, to create something from nothing at all, as a shimmering golden apple appeared in her hand.

With an outstretched hand she offered the apple to the youngest deity, hoping to quell whatever fears she might have. Should Cupid take the apple, she would find it to be surprisingly sweet, divinely tasty. Whether her sister took her offered fruit or not, though, Triticea stood and offered another hand to her.

Vaias nodded to Cupid, and answered her question: **"Yes, the three of us are all gods. Were you not able to know this on your own?"**

It took him a few seconds- much too long, honestly- to realize how rude he sounded. **"Ah, apologies,"** He continued quickly. **"I did not mean to belittle you. All I meant was that I, myself, was able to... Inherently know what I am, though it took me a little while to realize. I understand it won't be the case for all of us, of course."**

Another detail sprung into his mind even later. This Cupid goddess was acting quite strangely. Vaias had not seen a lot of the conversation between Triticea and her, but hadn't Cupid laughed, just as he came in sight? *"Hmm, that is odd.."* He mumbled to himself, inaudible to the two goddesses. *"No, not at all- she was in denial, hm? It is likely hard to grasp divinity if you do not know it.. Or, know it __yet__, I suppose."*

But, now he was missing half of the conversation. Triticea was now holding... A golden fruit? She offered it to Cupid, though Vaias had trouble understanding why. *"Oh well,"* He shrugged. If it was relevant, he could always ask. He wasn't above admitting that he had not been listening; after all, he could not help having been distracted. For all that he had only existed for a short while, Vaias knew his mind could jump from thought to thought quickly, if given the chance.
Alejandra
Cupid registered the two in her mind as *Creatures*; something beyond her current understanding. Possibly dangerous? Doesn't look like it, considering she is one of them. For now, the best course of action should be to play nice, and learn as much as possible, especially about what powers she might hold. She looked down at her wings, lightly flapping them to test her control over them. She had to admit: they were quite pretty, and their location made them unique. Before testing any other powers though, she keenly listened to the explanation given by the woman. Vaias' seemingly condescending words didn't affect her much; she was never one to care about other people's opinions. She smiled at him and waved her hands to reassure him;

"Don't worry about it!" Now, she seemed to be getting more comfortable with their presence.

In response to the Wheatmother's bow, she nodded to mirror the greeting, while remaining in a sitting position.

"I see... Thank you." Cupid took the apple and immediately bit into it. The first bite made her realize that she was goddamn *Starving*, and the following bites were more barbaric. Juice leaked from her mouth, though she made sure to not make anything drip down by using the back of her hand to wipe the divine sap. No manners, it would seem. The extreme hunger made her devour the poor apple in mere seconds, but you can't possibly blame her; the parents from her previous life gave her little to no food.

Curious eyes looked at the surviving part, the core, of the apple. In just a bit, it turned into dust. Cupid smirked, mouth still full and chewing; her gaze held subtle undertones of insanity.

"Okay, so you're Triticea. Got it. And you must be?" Her eyes shifted to the owl, though internally, she was more focused on what she could do with her powers, rather than the identity of this other god.
Thomas
The Lady of the Harvest watched in mild amusement as her little sister devoured the apple with no shred of mercy. Well, she supposed that being born must surely be a difficult process. She could not remember it well herself, her mind too blurry shortly after her awakening to really call herself anything more than a beast. Regardless, she had no compunctions about giving voice to that thought. "My, you must have been hungry from your birth." She lightly chuckled. "If you're still hungry, you can try out your new authority over creation."

If the goddess noticed the psychotic nature of her sister before her, she didn't mention it. Gently, she tugged on the younger goddess' hand to help her to her feet. Stepping over to the edge of the World Tree's branches, she gestured for the others to join her. As far as she could glean, both of them seemed relatively new, so they might not have seen the view yet. Looking over the edge, the bark of the World Tree seemed to stretch out impossibly long, longer than a mortal could even see. The beholders this time, though, were not mortal, and they would also be treated to the sight of the glow of the realms below.

"You'd best start out by making your own realms to dwell in." She advised. It was the very first thing that she had done, after all, and it had provided her a place of endless leisure and comfort. Well, save for the times that her Guardian nagged her into going out and getting some social interaction, but that was hardly relevant at the moment. "You'll never get an ounce of privacy if you live on the World Tree." Her way of speaking was more refined now, the Genetrix exuding a greater influence over her at the moment.

 The winds that tended to roar through the Upper Branches, winds that would have torn mortal asunder in seconds, felt like a cool autumn's breeze upon the backs of the gods as they stared down into the lower parts of the Mother and the realms, the sight of all of creation since the Mother had created them.

Vaias watched Cupid eat the apple in mild disgust. Nothing showed on his face, however; he did not want to judge someone for how they ate. And besides, who knew how *He* Would eat? Vaias had not eaten at all since his birth, so he wouldn't know if he was just as bad. Having a beak could prove to make things difficult, even though he wasn't really planning on eating. He didn't need it, so why bother?

When she asked for his name, he looked up, slightly surprised. *"Ah? She didn't hear me the first time?"* He mumbled to himself. *"Oh well-* **I am Vaias, the God of Truth, of Fact, and of Owls. It's a pleasure to meet you."**

He followed after Triticea, looking over the edge. From here, he could finally see something that wasn't endless branches and leaves; instead, he could now see the realms at the bottom of the world tree. **"It seems very small from here, doesn't it?"** He thought aloud. **"It looks very... Patchy, too. Those are other gods' realms, I'm assuming?"**

Vaias had only one thing he disagreed with in Triticea's advice. He told her: **"Actually, I'd like to see some other realms for myself, before creating my own. Just to see what the others have done, and what has yet to be made. I wouldn't want to create my realm, just to discover that another has made the exact same thing on the other side of the world, hm?"**
Alejandra
Oh right, he had already mentioned his name (my fault teehee). 

"Whoopsie-daisy." She said in a child-like manner, scratching the back of her head while sticking her tongue out. "You must forgive me. It's a pleasure for me too." She smiled innocently, looking like a child purposely acting nice after making a mistake.
Cupid looked at the hand offered to her, then at the Wheatmother's eyes, then back to the hand. It was not out of suspicion, or anything, really. She took her hand and got up to her feet; the woman's hand was warm, and kinda nice, strangely enough. It felt like... A guardian's- a mother's- touch. Befitting of her name. Thanks to her, she didn't have any trouble standing, this time around. 
Cupid looked down at her legs, realizing she was barefoot, and wiggled her toes a bit.

*"Try out my "New authority over creation", huh? Gee, they really like to use big words."*

Formidable beings, formidable vocabulary. Now, Triticea's suggestion sounded quite welcoming, so Cupid couldn't help but listen. With a clean-sounding snap of her finger, suddenly, she was wearing sandals. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips, and before she could play around more, Triticea's voice made her notice she was behind them. Gosh, she could get *Really* Carried away in this world. It took only a quick run to catch up and she halted right behind them, golden orbs shifting left and right between them as they spoke. Confusion painted her face before realizing they were talking about the scenery underneath, and she moved next to Triticea (being the one she was most comfortable with, since, you know, she didn't look like a huge owl).
While Cupid lived many lives, none of them offered such a great view, especially right after birth. Her breath was taken away by this divine landscape, while a delicate wind played with her long, flowing hair that fluttered in the air like gentle waves of the ocean. 

"Wow." Was all she could say in the moment.

Before long though, her megalomaniac side took over again once they started talking about realms. "Make... Realms? Like, worlds? Well, I'd very much like to see that too!"
Thomas
Triticea nodded as the two introduced themselves and asked their questions. "Those are the realms of the other gods yes." She confirmed, thuogh she raised an eyebrow at what Vaias had said. Well, she suposed she understood, even if she wouldn't subscribe to such a cautious ideology herself. It took a god naught but a wave of their hand to alter their realm as they so pleased. If he ever decided to change aesthetic, it would take barely any effort. Still, she couldn't fault him for wanting to take some time to make a decision. He was young, after all, and likely didn't comprehend the scope of the powers granted to him by the Mother Gaia.

Cupid's confusion was understandable as well. Her own realm had been created more out of instinct than of thought, and so she understood that newly ripened fruits from the World Tree would have a little trouble getting the hang of things. "That's right. I've heard tell that one of our sisters wants to combine our realms into a... World, but so far we've just got our own domains, scattered throughout the World Tree." From up here, the gods would be able to see several dozen different realms. A world of ice falling to pieces here, a paradise of wheat and baking there, even kingdoms and mortals bustling around in the world below. From up here, the gods could see it all.

Her gaze flickered over to her youngest sister as she paused, raising an eyebrow again. "Say, sis." She hummed, returning to the more casual vocabulary of Triticea Pueri. "Do you know what your divine portfolios are?" Most gods were born with that knowledge, like herself, but a few of them took a few minutes to really comprehend everything, to know what concept or emotion or *Thing* That the Mother Goddess had seen fit to grant them authority over. Still, she realised that Cupid might not understand what that meant yet, being so new, and so she elaborated. "As I am the goddess of the harvest and he, Truth," She nodded at Vaias, "What domains do you claim?"

Vaias paid little attention to the two goddesses, as he took the time to really look at the realms below. Each of them was different- even if there were some common patterns. All of them had *Some* Form of life, whether it was plants or animals. *"What's that one doing...?"* Vaias muttered, looking upon a pure white realm. *"Is it.. Falling apart? That's strange..."*

**"Say, Triticea,"** He said aloud. **"One of those realms seems... Almost like it has experienced some sort of disaster. Do you happen to know who its deity is?"** Though, he could probably make a guess as to their domains. A god of earthquakes, maybe? Or, natural disasters in general, considering the blizzards.

Oh well, it didn't matter much. Vaias continued looking over the world, clicking his beak and waving his hands as he went. *"So many interesting things, hm? I could head there, see what it's all about.."*
Alejandra
Hm, so the world as a whole hasn't been created yet. Interesting. 
They were like different colors splattered onto a single canvas, each varying in hue, tint, tone and shade. Despite the messy mix, it was still a beautiful piece of artwork, and Cupid made sure to appreciate such work by eyeing each one of the realms with interest.
"Uh, domains?" She spoke as her head turned to Triticea, although her eyes kept studying the other realms. Somehow, she already knew the answer, as if it was engraved into her as soon as her soul was transferred into this world.

Chaos and deception.

Deception... That does sound quite fun, doesn't it, now?

"Luck and wealth. Yes, that's it. How weird, how do I know this?" She lied as naturally as she breathed, eyes now shifting to Triticea, as if looking for an answer to her question in the sagacious god. Was it even possible to lie to them? Doesn't hurt to try. At least she hoped so. Worlds usually have a black and white vision about things; good triumphs, evil goes down. If this goes well, perhaps, she could get an upper hand, and the game will also get more intriguing. 
When Vaias spoke, she looked down at the realms again, searching for the one he pointed out.

"Looks like someone had fun." She jested sarcastically.
Thomas
She didn't even follow his gaze, knowing well what he was talking about. "That was once the home of Ica, the Winter. As for what happened to him... Our Mother, the World Tree." She gestured at the tree below. "He slumbered for many years and neglected his duty. As such, the Mother saw fit to reclaim his essence, to shape it into something new." Whether it was the actual truth or not remained unknown, but it was what the Wheatmother believed to be the absolute truth. "Always remember to pursue the duties your domains entail, you two. Be it spreading war and strife or peace and love, the World Tree saw fit that we all exist for a reason. So long as we continue to carry out our purpose, we will continue on." The Genetrix spoke now, a dire warning on her tone of what happened to those gods that turned their backs on their duties.

Triticea Genetrix finally deigned that realm worthy of her gaze, an odd expression on her eyes as she watched it crumble. She looked less sad that he was gone and more annoyed, as if she wanted to tell the dead god *"I told you so."* How many times had she warned the others to stick to their purposes, and how many times had they brushed her warnings aside? She did not revel in his death, but she could hardly feel sorry for her fallen brother when he had neglected his purpose for so long. "When one of our kin's essence returns to the World Tree, their realms crumble to nothing to create space for the new deity to be born in their place." She explained.

The goddess of the Harvest spared her younger sister an unreadable glance before returning to the sight of the crumbling realm with a noncommittal noise. If she disbelieved her, she certainly didn't call her out on it, instead accepting what the other deity had told her. She wondered who would be the next to fall. With how few of her siblings actually bothered to listen to her warnings, the deaths of more of them was all but inevitable as far as she was concerned. Well, it would be their faults.

As Cupid spoke, Vaias furrowed his brows, alarm bells going off in his mind. He didn't have a clue as to *Why* They went off, however. *"Och, 'tis probably nothing,"* He thought. *"Although, she is being... Quite rude. That must be it, then?"*

His frown only grew deeper when Triticea continued speaking. *"Ica... Oh, oh, such a terrible fate he met with..."* It was truly a shame, that one could neglect his duties to the point of being deemed *Unfit* For the role he had been created for.

Vaias looked back at the Wheatmother. **"Thank you for this warning, Triticea,"** He spoke. **"I, fortunately, have no plans of abandoning my purpose. There is simply too much to see, too much to discover. I do not know if I'll ever have learned all there is to learn."**

He may not be the god of learning, or of teaching, but Vaias *Was* The god of Truth and Fact. The truth must be spread to all those who would hear it. That, Vaias felt, may just be his purpose for existing.
Alejandra
Cupid listened carefully to Triticea's lesson. Despite the heavy words, and the example used of the late God as a warning, she didn't think it was *That* Deep. *"He must have been an idiot"*, she thought, feeling no sympathy, or any emotion at all, for what had happened to him; how hard can it be to do your job as a *God*? Perhaps she, born as a bringer of Chaos, could never understand. 
As for Vaias, Cupid noticed his dirty looks, but simply ignored them. I mean, for her, he's just a bird.
The goddess then stretched her arms in front of her, hands tangled, lightly groaning as she brought them up, and ultimately fell again to her sides as she let out a final sigh. 

"Is there more I have to learn?" Although she sounded bored, she was far from it. "Oh wait," She held a finger up, a smile suggesting she just had a nice idea. "Why don't we visit a realm? I mean, I would like that, y'know, exploring et cetera..." She spoke as a hand accompanied her words, waving in circles. It'd be definitely interesting to see what were the limits to what a god in this world could create, if there were any limits at all.
Thomas
The assurance that her siblings would continue to follow the duties bestowed upon them by the Mother Goddess, no matter what those responsibilities might be, brought ease to her heart. So many of her siblings had gotten off track, focusing more on their own desires over the purpose that the World Tree had given them. There was nothing wrong with the gods pursuing what they wished for, yes, but when the other began to put it over the propogation of the domains that Yggdrasil had given them, it became a problem for her. To see that these two would not add to those ranks brought peace to her, a small smile toying on the edge of her mouth. As it did, Triticea Genetrix faded a bit and allowed her Child aspect to come free a little. 

"You may enter mine. Do not cause too much of a disruption, though, or I will be forced to step in." She nodded, gesturing at her realm below. Even from up here, the massive valley could be seen, appearing to be a prismatic circle surrounded by a golden ring, in truth being fruits surrounded by massive plains of wheat. "As gods, we may simply appear there, but it will do you two some good to take a good look at the Mother." She nodded back at the Tree. "So I suggest that we fly." Stepping forward, the humanoid form of the goddess began to warp again, twisting unnaturally as she grew in size and shape to take an entirely less attractive form.

The giant locust's wings buzzed as her head turned towards her siblings. She was huge, about the size of a regular locust proportionally to the World Tree, and she regarded the others as she waited for them to take forms that could fly as well... Or simply start flying with their divine power, if they were boring. Her wings began to flutter, so fast that they became a blur, and the Great Locust rose into the air and turned her gaze back to her domains. Once her siblings had taken similar forms, she began to fly down the World Tree towards the Valley that she called her own.

**"Ah, that sounds like a good idea,"** Vaias told Cupid. He had already sent out other versions of himself to explore and learn about different realms, but it could never hurt to discover one more.

Looking at Triticea, he nodded. **"Thank you for allowing us in. I would certainly like to see what you have created there,"** He said. Readying his wings, he stepped closer to the edge of the branch. When she lifted off, having taken on a more fitting appearance for flight, he followed after her.

*"I do wonder what it looks like from up close,"* He wondered aloud, though not loud enough to be heard over the winds. *"It seems to be filled with plenty of life, at the very least."*