God's Blood

Reality. The divine blood of creation is all of reality. The fabric of reality within the Broken Worlds is the blood from the Great Machine. The endless skies, the air even gravity are all aspects of reality that stem from this flowing blood.

The centre of the spray is where reality is thickest and where life and detritus of creation is the most abundent. Towards the edges of the stream, the edges of reality, where the God's Blood thins space and time are warped. Streams of blood bead into droplets lost from the stream of reality. Some are lost forever, doomed to fade from existence, others manage to reform back into the spray. Rare is it that reality repairs that which was lost. Those that do return are twisted; for time shifts unbound within those lost realms.

Outside this sanguine essence exists the Void. Pure entropy. No foul demons wait hungrily. No mad gods lurk between the stars. It is an emptiness so vast, so complete that not even death can find you.

At the end of the stream. Far from the Great Machine lay the nascent unborn god.