After HE's fracture, five divine fragments stirred, each awakening to consciousness and power. Born as infant gods, they were small, uncertain, and eager to understand their place in the void. They began their work tentatively—crafting tiny worlds, molding delicate threads of life and fate.
At first, the Author and the Cameraman took charge. They shaped the flow of stories, eager to script perfect tales. With careful hands, they wove countless universes—each a stage for their vision of order and chaos.
Yet, with each new world, the narrative grew stale.
The same conflicts, the same heroes, the same endings.
No spark.
No wonder.
The other fragments—Ajax, Zahara, and Serene—watched with growing disinterest. They felt no thrill in endless repetition, no joy in puppeteering predictable fates. The primal hunger of Ajax, the cold ambition of Zahara, and the tranquil patience of Serene found no place in these scripted plays.
And so, the Author and Cameraman's stories sprawled across the multiverse—countless, grand, but uninspired. They grew in power, learning, adapting, but never truly creating.
Then, from the shadows of the Void, the lost fragment returned.
The Editor.
His arrival was silent but undeniable. A chill swept through the fragments' realm.
His presence unsettled even Michael, the guiding voice and keeper of the prime universe—the original story from which all others flowed.
Michael, weary and cautious, confronted the Editor in the dim halls of the cosmic weave.
"You return," Michael said, voice heavy. "The sixth. The lost. What do you seek?"
The Editor's cold gaze met Michael's.
"Within the void I was, grew with the darkness influenced but not changed , I watched how the things unfold ,I wait till it was time. Now I'm here to help fulfill the last request out father's will"
Michael puzzled, and afraid not without reason he replied and asked again "What do you seem"
"A new path," he said simply. "The endless test is a hollow game. The stories fall flat. We need life. Conflict. Growth. Something unpredictable."
Michael considered this, wary but intrigued.
Then without a hint of weariness or fear the other two the author and the cameraman flocked to him with jokes and folly,
Michael afraid they would anger the lost fragment, but rather they were received in kind.
Then,Together, the Editor, Author, and Cameraman renewed their efforts—with an extra head they thought it would be different. But even as they tried, the pattern repeated. The story remained dull, the ending known. The other three fragments—Ajax, Zahara, Serene—remained distant, their motivations unclear, untouched by the unfolding tale.
It was then the Editor approached Michael with a bold proposal.
"Give us permission," the Editor said, "to use the humans of the prime universe. To birth a new story. A grand experiment—the Celestial Project. Where mortals ascend, where fate is forged by choice, not script."
Michael, as judge and keeper, set the rules.
"You may try. But the balance must hold. No fragment shall dominate nor interfere directly, and the weave must remain whole."
Thus began the Celestial Project.
The fracture of HE had changed the prime universe already—Earth became a crucible of power. Humans awakened strange gifts: some became mighty superhumans, others monstrous aberrations.
Amid the chaos, the fragments watched through their champions—the Celestials—each chosen and shaped by their divine patrons.
The Editor, who wielded destruction and crafted the Underworld, held the power of finality and judgment.
The Author and Serene peered into possible futures—one seeking control, the other serenity.
The Cameraman played the trickster, capturing moments, bending perceptions.
Ajax and Zahara stirred in the shadows, waiting, hungry for their chance to act.
The future was uncertain.
The story yet unwritten.
And somewhere within humanity's struggles, the spark of true creation awaited.
The game had finally begun.