Goddess pov
I had never known time.
Not in the way mortals did, with their fleeting lives measured in heartbeats and aging skin. I existed outside of it, above it. A constant presence in the heavens, untouched by the passing of days.
The Celestial Kingdom was mine, carved from stardust and silver light. It stretched endlessly, a realm of ethereal beauty where the sky shimmered with shifting constellations, and rivers of liquid moonlight wove through the land. There was no sun, only the glow of my essence casting its soft, eternal radiance over everything.
I did not rule it. I simply was it.
The other deities moved around me, lesser beings who whispered among themselves, speaking of mortal affairs and celestial decrees. I had no interest in their politics, their jealousies, their love for disaster. I remained apart, drifting through my realm in endless tranquility.
And yet…
Lately, I have grown restless.
I watched the mortal world with something I could not name. Curiosity? Longing? No, I had no desires. I desired, in its purest, untouched form. But still, something called to me.
I observed them from above, their struggles, their joys, their pain. Such fragile things, clinging to existence, fighting to be seen, to be remembered before time stole them away.
Why did they fear endings? Why did they love so fiercely, knowing it would all be dust in the end?
And more importantly…
What did it feel like?
The thought disturbed me. I should not care. I was eternal. I was above such fleeting things. And yet, as I watched them dance beneath my moonlight, whispering prayers to me, longing for my blessing…
I wondered.
Would they still worship me if I were among them?
Would I still matter if I were no longer a goddess?
The stars above me pulsed, as if sensing my thoughts. A warning and a reminder that I was the Moon. To leave my place was unthinkable.
And yet..
I was already falling.
Not in body, not yet, but in thought. In temptation.
And so, I did something no goddess before me had dared.
I let go.
I let the heavens slip from my grasp. I turned away from the stars, from the silver rivers, from the eternal stillness. I cast myself downward, toward the unknown.
Toward Earth.
I expected grandeur.
I expected to descend in a storm of light, the sky splitting open as the world trembled beneath my arrival.
What I did not expect was to slam into the ground with the force of a fallen star.
Pain exploded through me. Pain? That was new. I gasped, a strange, broken sound escaping my lips as I lay sprawled in the dirt. The air pressed against me, thick and heavy, filling lungs I had never needed before.
And I was cold.
I shuddered violently. My body.. this form was weak and flawed. I was used to drifting through the cosmos in formless perfection, not this fragile thing with skin and limbs and bones that ached.
I pushed myself up, my hands sinking into the earth. It was solid. Real.
I had never touched anything before.
I looked around, blinking against the sunlight. The sky was dark, but not the rich, eternal darkness of my realm. There were no silver rivers, no endless expanse of stars, only trees towering above me, their twisted branches reaching toward the heavens.
This was the mortal world. Their world.
And I was in it.
A rush of giddiness filled me. I had done it. I had left the heavens behind.
But now what?
I climbed unsteadily to my feet, wobbling like a newborn fawn. My body felt strange, too light and too heavy all at once. I took an unsteady step forward.. then another.
And then I realized something.
I was bare.
Not bare in the way I had existed before,where my presence was pure and untouched by form. No, this was different. This body was…exposed. Vulnerable in a way I had never known.
I frowned, tilting my head as I ran my hands over my skin, soft, smooth and warm. But why did that matter?
Mortals covered themselves, didn't they? Why?
I took another step, feeling the grass beneath my feet. It tickled. That's strange. Why did it feel?
Everything was so much.
The wind whispered against me, cool and gentle. The sounds of the grass crashed in.. birds calling, leaves rustling, distant water rushing. I had heard them before, from above, but never like this. Never inside the noise.
I laughed.
It burst out of me, unbidden, wild and breathless. I had never laughed before. I hadn't even known I could.
I twirled, feeling the air whip around me. My hair was long, though it has always been like the light of my realm, which flowed behind me, a trail of moonlight in the darkness.
This was freedom.
I started walking, no idea where I was going, and I didn't care.
I passed a river and stared at my own reflection. I had never seen myself before, not like this. My face was smooth, my eyes too bright, glowing faintly in the darkness. My lips curled into a smile.
I liked it.
But something was missing.
The mortals, they always wore things. It seemed important. Should I wear things too?
I wandered further, searching for answers, until I stumbled upon something wonderful, a place full of strange objects.
Soft things and rough things. Things with color and texture.
I think it's what few people who have cried and pray to me called clothes.
I tilted my head, fascinated.
I grabbed a long piece of fabric and draped it over me, letting it swirl around my body. Was this how it worked? I grabbed more, layering myself in mismatched pieces until I felt sufficiently covered.
I turned, admiring my work.
Yes. This would do.
Now, what else did mortals do?
I needed to see more.
I needed to know more.
And so, I walked barefoot and glowing, wrapped in stolen fabric, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
I had come to experience this world. But I want to, even if I had no idea what I was doing.