1 août 2350 av. J.-C. - Nyxir Night comes into being

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Nyxir Night – The Eternal Veil

Name: Nyxir Night
Born: August 1, 2350 BCE (though his essence predates time itself)
Domain: God of Eternal Night
Symbol: A crescent moon turned partially on its side
Appearance: Cloaked in darkness, with midnight-black skin and eyes of translucent white light that mirror the cosmos.

Origin

Nyxir Night did not begin as a being but as an eternal concept—the absence of all light, the infinite void before the first star ignited. When the Elarion Genesis Galaxy came into being, so too did Nyxir, taking corporeal form to ensure that night and silence would always exist amidst creation’s chaos. To mortals, he is both feared and worshipped as the guardian of the unknown, the dreamer of shadows, and the arbiter of forgotten truths.

Nature and Personality

Nyxir is a paradox—neither cruel nor kind, but impartial, devoted only to the equilibrium of reality and illusion. He speaks rarely, and when he does, his words echo like distant thunder across the void. His silence is not absence but judgment, weighing the secrets of gods and mortals alike. Nyxir values balance, despising unchecked radiance or eternal darkness; his existence is the twilight between extremes.

Symbols and Worship

His devotees paint the crescent moon sideways on their foreheads, using stardust or ash, to invoke clarity of thought and the erasure of haunting memories. Temples dedicated to him are built without torches, submerged in perpetual shadow, their halls designed as labyrinths—reflecting Nyxir’s dominion over the thin line between truth and dream.

Powers and Attributes:
Absolute Darkness: Nyxir can extinguish all light — physical, emotional, or spiritual — returning matter to its pre-creation state.
Memory Erasure: With a gaze, he can remove chosen memories, rewriting identity itself.
Reality Veiling: He governs illusion and perception, altering the way worlds are seen or remembered.
Dreamwalking: He can travel through the subconscious of mortals and gods alike, whispering truths that reality cannot bear.
Temporal Stillness: Time slows in his presence — not stopped, but held in quiet contemplation.
Master of Illusion: Reality bends at his will; illusions become truth, and truth becomes smoke.
The Twilight Mantle: His cloak is said to contain fragments of the cosmos, and those who step into it vanish from all realities.

Myths and Legends:

The Silent Bargain: It is told that a mortal king once begged Nyxir to erase a memory of unbearable grief. Nyxir obliged—but also removed every joy that preceded it, leaving the king an empty husk.

The Celestial Eclipse: When rival gods sought to banish night forever, Nyxir drew his cloak across the stars, plunging the cosmos into an age of silence until balance was restored.

The First Silence
Before the first heartbeat of time, the cosmos screamed — a cacophony of chaos as suns were born and died in the same breath.
It was Nyxir who ended that agony.
He inhaled the noise of the newborn universe, swallowing it whole, and exhaled the First Silence — a sacred stillness that allowed creation to find rhythm.
It is said that even now, between every thunderclap, every explosion, every cry of pain, there exists a single heartbeat of quiet — and in that breath, Nyxir listens.

The Dream of the Forgotten Star
In an age before memory, one of Solara’s youngest suns began to fade.
Terrified of death, the star begged Solara for renewed flame, but she could not help it — its purpose had been fulfilled.
When the light finally dimmed, the star’s soul cried into the void.
Nyxir heard the sorrow and wrapped the dying star in his cloak, whispering,
“Sleep, little one. For even the forgotten have their place in the dark.”
The star did not vanish.
It became the Veil Star, glowing faintly from within Nyxir’s shadow — a reminder that what is lost may still be remembered in silence.

The Mirror of Truths
When mortals began to dream, their hearts filled with both beauty and deceit.
They prayed to Nyxir for clarity. In answer, he forged the Mirror of Truths — a pool of still black water that showed one’s truest reflection.
But those who gazed upon it saw not themselves, but every lie they had ever spoken, every betrayal they had buried, every dream they had forsaken. Few survived the vision unbroken.
It is said that the Mirror still exists, buried in the caverns beneath Gothichi, waiting for the day a soul pure enough to see its surface without fear dares to look.

The Shadow Feast
When the first gods grew arrogant and built temples of endless light, they banished all shadow from their realms.
Without darkness, sleep vanished, and madness took root.
Nyxir came to them not in wrath, but in sorrow. He spread his cloak across the heavens, dimming their suns for seven days and seven nights.
When dawn finally returned, the gods fell to their knees, begging forgiveness.
From that day forth, all temples in the Elarion Genesis Galaxy were built with a Chamber of Dusk — a room with no light, where priests spend one hour in reflection.
To forget Nyxir is to forget balance, and to forget balance is to invite ruin.

The Eclipse of Oaths
Long ago, two rival gods swore eternal hatred. Their wars threatened to tear the galaxy apart.
Nyxir descended upon the battlefield and drew his crescent sigil upon the ground.
“Swear your final oath beneath my lightless moon,” he said, “and let the truth decide which of you endures.”
When they agreed, an eclipse fell over the sky.
When the light returned — both gods were gone. Only their shadows remained, still locked in silent battle.
The myth claims those shadows still duel on the horizon of Yoatov, visible only during eclipses.

The Keeper’s Bargain
A mortal named Atherion sought immortality to preserve his kingdom’s knowledge.
He prayed to Nyxir, who appeared in his dreams and offered him this:
“I will grant your wish, but know that eternity remembers all things — even pain.”
Atherion agreed.
A thousand years later, his body had not aged, but his mind carried every memory of every mistake. His kingdom had long since turned to dust.
In despair, he called upon Nyxir again.
The god appeared once more and whispered,
“Immortality was not your gift, mortal — it was your mirror.”
Atherion vanished into shadow, becoming the First Shade, said to wander Nyxir’s labyrinthine temples as a silent guide to lost souls.

The Shadow Between the Stars

Solara once asked Nyxir, “Why do you follow me wherever I shine?”
He answered:

“Because without me, your light would have no shape. It is shadow that defines you.”

Thus was born the understanding that all light casts a shadow, and all shadow reveals light.
Mortals who meditate on this truth are said to glimpse the Aetherium, the hidden current flowing between reality and dream — where Nyxir’s presence is eternal.

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