There once was a world unmade, its Seed extinguished. It was that world
in which Death took the two sibling gods. At its center, they could tell a part of a soul raged.

“This is a prison. I desire it no longer to be so,” Death said.
The world would be theirs to make as they wished, and a New Seed too,
if and only if,
they swore to let the soul piece remain and wander
as it pleased.

The two sibling gods shared a look and whispered amongst themselves.

It was Jotes that shook Death’s hand, but Eneeres made the deal.