Kore and the Kings

The world was once a strange place.

A home for the Gods and for mortals alike.

A giant ball of rock, floating in space.

A focus for their love and their hate.

And their art.

In the beginning, there was nothing but Chaos. And out of Chaos, came the Titans and the Gods. The Titans created mountains and valleys, they brought life to this world and they gave it name; Ankhos. They carved rivers and lakes into the earth, they shaped its very core with their hands and they gave it life with their tears. In turn, the Gods made homes for themselves within these places, they crafted cities and villages, temples and shrines; they inhabited this world with their presence. The Titans made Gods in their image, so that they could have someone to look up to. They made them strong and beautiful, with hair as red as the sunrise or as black as midnight's night; eyes of fire or eyes like pearls; skin as white as snow or as dark as nightfall; bodies tall and straight or slouching and crooked; faces noble or wicked; minds sharp or dull; voices soothing or grating; hearts kind or cruel. All of them different, all of them unique - just like the Titans themselves were different from one another. But the people were not without fault. Like the Titans before them, they fought amongst themselves: some claimed dominion over others who were weaker than them. Some were ambitious enough to wage war against those more powerful than them. And some were given enough wisdom to see that this way of living was not right at all - but there was no power strong enough to unite everyone to make change happen among them all together. So they decided that they would have to find strength within themselves: with every new generation born by those who did not agree with how things were done in these days, that strength grew stronger until eventually it became a weapon capable of yielding change on its own accord - a force that could bring down even those who had been thought invincible just a few short years ago. This weapon was called 'Art'. By painting on the walls of caves deep beneath the earth where nobody would ever see it except for themselfs, by carving patterns into stone tablets which only those who could read could understand; by writing words on parchment which only those who could read could understand: these forms escaped from being mere private expressions into something else entirely - symbols that carried meaning far beyond what any one person could express alone in isolation from others: an idea whose time had come just because it had never been expressed before in quite this way before now. This way of living continued for many centuries until one day - when everything changed forever...