Lily’s Realms: Secrets of Magic and Destiny
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Not god.
It was primordial. Older than time, older than creation itself. Its form was impossible to comprehend: a mass of shadows, fire, and living energy, constantly shifting, a swirling amalgamation of reality and chaos. Wings—or appendages that resembled wings—stretched farther than the horizon. Its eyes, scattered across its body, shone with white-hot light that pierced through the souls of everyone present.