The glory of the morning light had melded to an amber glow. Upon the treeline danced the shadows of a slanted fire, trunks glazed in the offset of their extended arms. Eos' inquisition on the rocks warm faces lacked in pace, his attention turned to the falling sun and realisations of his responsibility returned.
Again the crackle of seared atmosphere produced the sparks that precede the entrance to the warp that Eos did so effortlessly traverse, the ball of darkness holding galaxies within appeared and his body sucked through like dust to a vacuum.
Within the warp a flowing subspace of dust and light breezed past the head of the quiet god, his smile ever standing upon his tired face. Almost as quickly and abruptly as it started, the warp had closed and Eos found himself standing at the top of a small hill.
A gate of ancient wood held posture at the beginning of a worn path that wound its way between lush and mildy chaotic lawns to a burrow that seethed a comforting amber glow akin to that of an evening sun. The promise of a hearth and home was yet another preface causing smile within Eos, his hand breaching the gates stoic guard.
As the winding path was slowly tread he stumbled over an abrupt stone, his attention for but a moment shifting to it's uncanny appearance in what was his most well known path.
Suddenly the land whimpered, the soil stretched by an exhaling arc of action. On all sides the land stretched up and clasped Eos with an uncomfortable grip.
Silence was heard, and Eos had closed his eyes. An effort to enhance his appreciation of the audible tones. Distant fluctuations of a shrill and enchanted pitch, laughter and giggles of the youth bearing entities.
Eos pushed free of his loosened bonds, and saw his children laughing in the dark green grass. A smile wider than his common appearance crept wide upon his face. His admiration for his youth bearers was as endless as the reality in which he dwelled.
Lifting them to their feet he proceeded slowly down the rest of his path, toward the warm glow of their humble abode, assailed by their days events while the children ran excitedly around him.
Two would be seen, closest to their father, asking unending questions on his days events, they were his two eldest sons, Eotah and Evakor, the guided wanderer and the bearer of guarded knowledge respectively.
Their appearance much like their father's, with galactic eyes that exclaimed vision and curiosity. Their destinies to be told in a future not so far ahead.
Eos endured the onslaught of data and questioning, with his expanded smile and answers leaving them enchanted and curious.
As he opened the aged wooden door to his home, he was greeted by the intricate gaze of his soul bond, Kus, her long hair darker than his own, her slender body caressed by its tendrils.
"And how goes he," she called with her eyes commanding his spirit "the mighty creator.", her own face cracking into a smile.
Eos approached his equal and wrapped her in loving embrace, "he goes the right way it would seem.".
The families affection was swarming through the small cavernous hovel, as their hearths slowly groaned to a ceasure the sounds would fade to the dark and empty night.
As the sky still danced with magnetic waves if colour the night seemed akin to all before it, harmony was present in the Context of Reality.
Little was sensed by the inhabitants, that deep within the ancient zones of their uncanny world was a stirring force, irritated by the presence of these unbridled creators and their spawn.
