As the world moved on from its mythos and its mystical beginning, the deities as we know them vanished into the background--only being remembered as ethereal beings, in control of the earth and heavens and hell. Wanting to take back their reign, these gods were reborn into hopeful godlings, ready to relearn their powers and potentials—to be a better version of what they once were. The creativity bestowed upon the chosen ones is strongly flowing with the ability to both create and destroy. To be having burnt fingertips, inked hands, and scarred souls. To be blessed by delicate hands, and inventive minds, to be non-stop roaring with words and poets. While the others dig holes below, we will fly above, shoulder to shoulder, and grow head by head. They can't fear the time, they can't stop the flaming fire of their eyes; them who were received the vigorous fervor by the hands above.

The Greco-Roman pantheon hold reign over mortals' culture, even eons after they were considered obsolete. Considered the base of Western society's existence, its gods are still depicted as a symbol of power and wisdom even to this day. Hear ye! Hear ye! Witness the rise of young godlings, ready to take over the world once again, building their empire to rule over what was based on their old world. Become a part of their vast journey, the roads with a pen. When you look up at the sky, the gleaming sky will shower the rhymes and the star creates a profound scheme of another side of art. Triumph be blessed upon the broken ones, upon them; who endeavored and committed, to be devotees by the oeuvre and writings.