Life came not as accident but as intention. The First Kin stepped into the world as if they had been awaited: the Llovianees from Nature’s patience, the Varsosters from Fertility’s generosity, the Gnetunin from Seas’ restless breadth, and the Evengadul from Forge’s enduring hands. In this time, the gods did not rule like kings—they spoke, and the speaking made things true. The oldest settlements were half-villages, half-shrines, because to live was to live in the gaze of makers who still walked close enough to be heard.