Mareon

Where Gaia built high, Mareon flowed low. He found every crack, every valley,

every hollow that the earth had left behind, and he filled them. Slowly at

first — a trickle, a pool, a lake. Then with growing confidence — rivers that

carved canyons, seas that swallowed plains, oceans so deep that even light

could not reach their floors. Mareon is not gentle, though he can be still. He

is patient in the way that erosion is patient. He will wear down any mountain

given enough time. His moods shift like tides — calm and generous one moment,

crushing and merciless the next. But he never stops. Water always finds a way.

Through stone, around mountains, beneath the frozen earth. Mareon taught the

world its first lesson in persistence: that softness, given enough time,

conquers everything.