Genesis

The Song of Creation. The Divine Chorus. The Great Machine. Its innumerable wheels turn ceaselessly with each heartbeat of the divine blood that flows through its gears. Within the machine lay all of creation. Gods create life. Life believes in the gods. The faith empowers the gods and they empower the Great Machine. Their holy light flowing through the great gears that held the void at bay.

However, a mistake was made. Mortals, wizards. They channeled magic not born of faith and divinity. It was the magic of ritual, science, of mortal's mastery over creation. And they created a god.

The ritual was anathema to the Great Machine. The birth screams of the nascent god shook the great gears and woke gods from their indulgent indolence. The gods watched in horror as countless worlds were consumed by the false god as it struggled to exist. For as it struggled, it grew.

Gods of the infinite creation rallied together and with a great bellow they rent the gears of creation apart and cast out the abominable construct.

The arcane abomination fell into the void. Behind it spilled the light of Creation. Countless fractured worlds flowing in the divine blood that seeped from the Great Machine. Within that blood new life formed.