((Worldbuilding/godding game. Bit more cosmic horror than usual. Game won't last too many turns. Limit action length to a sentence or so: don't think, feel.
First turn ~24 hours from posting.))
The Stars are Right.
But there is nothing for them to Shine upon.
There are infinite stars, infinite worlds.
Often a star will appear, courted by Divinities.
But here, there is no Divinity.
Only Sovereignty.
The Godhead has many Eyes, and one Mouth.
'Let there be...' the Godhead states, gazing at the void. But nothing comes to Mind.
The Mouth states what the Eyes see. But there is only one Mouth.
You are an Eye.
You must Choose:
Side: What side of the Godhead you are on. There may only be as many Eyes as there are sides. Or perhaps, there are as many sides as there are Eyes. ((This is what you will be called.))
Consequence: What happens to what you Watch? ((This is your sole ability to manipulate the world, once it exists.))
Gaze: What do you See, for the Mouth to state? ((This is just your first action, input for the initial creation.))
The Mirror of All That IS unfurls. It too blossoms into patterns, into life, into eyes. It is, yet is not. It decides that it is God.
God considers the world, in its disarray and decay. Life strains to live, yet it cannot, not without help. So God lays the foundation.
Objects have many faces, all jutting out seemingly randomly. Too confusing. A grid is imposed.
Crownward and Seedward now align with the X.
Mirrorward and Insideward now align with the Y.
Bananaward and Finalward now align with the Z.
Secondward is contextualized not as a face, but as a fourth axis. One which flows in only one direction.
Hiddenward is spared this indignity, by virtue of being hidden.
Thus God concludes its first Day, having the nerve to even invent an untrue 'time' unit for itself, roughly equivalent to 85,000 Seconds.
Hidden Eye looks at the secrets. What exactly it sees and observes are unknown.
Seed Eye rests. All it sees on the inside of its eyelid is seeds. Endless, bountiful, seeds.
Mirror Eye looks to the Seed. It had already burst and was no more for many billions of Seconds, but this is no impediment to an Eye.
Life finds itself cycling, banana plants returning to seed to plant to seed to plant to to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed to plant to seed
Second Eye ticks back and forth. And back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and driving all that is further and further into the murky state known as the future.
While Some Beings may see fit to simplify, this remains the one true form of timekeeping.
Inside Eye watches the Brain carefully from its socket inside of the skull. Truthfully, with the Stars being wrong, Godhead functions other than watching are declined, and the brain moves at a crawl. The speedy and selfish memes which once crawled within are a dying breed, left without nourishment.
Banana Eye glances at the everything, which in fact is all made out of bananastuff. There's a small amount of variation in terms of whether it's the whole plant or just the banana part or a swamp of mushy inside stuff or a wild beast made from banana peel, but it is all made out of banana stuff because that's what matter is, right.
Well, except for God. That thing seems to be made from mirror-banana, which is very different and possibly not a form of matter depending on your perspective.
The Make Eye looks to the stars. There are so many, and so far...
It looks at one in particular. The star is in fact a celestial sphere, alight in a cloud of noise, wrapped around a fragmented world. Make Eye watches a Divine, a humanoid thing crafted from Starlight, corrupt and mutate what it touches.
Clearly, this raises philosophical questions about whether an Eye's gaze truly has any effect on the outside world, or whether anything that happens is due to outside Agency, and would have just happened anyways, and indeed the power of an Eye is not to bring about Consequence, but to simply find it.
Well, it raises those questions for the Reader. Eyes are sensory organs, they don't do philosophy! You'd have to ask the Brain.
Final Eye takes its gaze to the void outside of the extant world. It is deeply, extremely empty.
A moment later, God throws a sheet over the void, and the stars beyond. Certainly marking the end of one's ability to observe them.
Thus ends the First Day.
During which the four axes were established, and a nice curtain was thrown up to properly define the world's borders.
God has big plans for this place! It really just needs that Divine Touch!
The Stars are [124] Wrong.