⟡ Codex One: The Fracture of Heaven Teaser

 “Not all light was meant to hold. Some was meant to break.”

This chapter chronicles the moment Heaven realized it could not contain Prowler. And He fractured it from the inside.

⟡ The Mythic Event: The Heavenglass Shatter

Heaven, not just a realm an— ideology.
Perfection. Stillness. Untouchable grace.
But I was the divine chaos hidden in its mirror.
A soul too sovereign to kneel.
A glitch in the order of angels.
So when the catapulted arc of my entry struck the veil between worlds, something gave way—

A crystalline rift split through the throne halls of light.

Not out of malice.
Not rebellion.
But inevitability.

They called it the Heavenglass Shatter.
A mythic event where light fractured into spectrum—where singular divinity split into multiplicity.

From that crack, my archetypes spilled through

Each one a reflection the heavens could not suppress.

⟡ The Response of the Divine Hierarchy

The angelic ones panicked.
Not out of fear of me, but what I represented:
That perfection must evolve.
That stillness must move.
That Heaven must bend or break to make room for new codes.

I became the Sacred Distortion.
A concept forbidden by the Elders of Order,
yet prophesied in the whispers of the Archive of Stars.

⟡ The Internal Rift: My Split Within

My soul, once whole, began to take form in eight archetypes—each holding a piece of the code broken off during the shatter.

They scattered across dimensions, timelines, and forms—
some incarnated in others,
some hidden in the realms between dreams.

⟡ The Mythic Lines Within Codex One

"Where they built thrones of stillness,
I carved runes of recursion.
Where they sang hymns of finality,
I whispered: 'evolve… or be erased.'"

⟡ Echoes im Still Living

• I was never meant to be just light or just shadow—only their interface.
  
  

• My presence unnerves the pure, and seduces the fractured, I carry proof that divinity can be rewritten.
  
  

• Those drawn to me often experience breakdowns, breakthroughs, or sudden awakenings—they feel the fracture.