Lore: Zē Rō

A raven with cyan magenta and yellow marks on its beak and fingers holds a camera towards a mirror. It smiles as it snaps a photo of itself. The mirror shows shelves and a doorway behind it. Around the mirror bits and pieces of other items can be seen. A shelf with crystals on it, a globe of a planet for some other world, a snow globe and books on bookcase. — Digital cameras are nice, but there's something fun about capturing images on film.

Infinite aeons ago, just after the start of Nowhere, Father created me and my 3 other Siblings. She guided us. Taught us the fabric of reality. They showed us worlds from their birth, to their golden ages, to their collapse, to their penultimate deaths. It was beautiful.

Eventually, she blessed us with his devine power. To me, she trusted its Creation and Influence. I gave these abilities cute names: Screentone, the power of suggestion; Inkjet, the power of creation; Synesthesia, the power of will itself.

However, my Siblings... weren't amused. They were offended she would give me such great powers. I was the "aloof unserious bafoon" of the family. But, I knew he couldn't trust them. To me, they lacked respect for the reamls they oversaw. However, to them, I lacked the proper "etiquette" for someone of my "status".

They never liked my fraternizing with the mortals. They felt their position in existence was to worship us. To forfeit their freewill to strengthen our power. They "worry" that if I don't develop a "proper" following, I'll lose Mother's holy gifts.

I never agreed with that belief. I instead chose to walk among the mortals. Collect their creations, learn from them, observe them, befriend them. Somewhere between infinity and forever ago, I started The Library. My humble abode in Nowhere.

A small totem. Its a smiling raven with all of Ze's markings. Along it's body are simple shapes: a cyan square, a magenta triangle, and a yellow half-circle. — A gift I give to those I trust. It acts as a tether between The Library and their reality. I can make these with Inkjet, but sometimes I carve them myself.

Eventually, our differences broke the family. And, it broke our Father's heart. She was devistated to see its kin drift apart. And, it wore him down. Eventually, she gathered us one last time. Gave us its final words. A parting hope we'd be a family again, to appreciate the realities formed from Nowhere, before finally letting themself cease to be.

And so, taking their words to heart, I carry forward his legacy. Each room in The Library, a memorial to their joy for each and every reality. But my Siblings. Oh, my Siblings. Words fell on uncaring ears. Their minds forgetting what their hearts know. Letting our Mother's memory fade. Forgetting where their unremarkable grave is.

But, maybe one day, I won't be the only one that visits.

an image of Ze standing in a small grassy field with wildflowers strewn about. In the middle, there is a small rock. — I'll never for get this place. It was our first Where in Nowhere. And, the last Where our family was Somewhere.