The goddess watched her children explore the secrets of language and art. They created great works in her name, and she was pleased. They offered up prayers to her, and she listened.

But like the spark of life, the spark of intelligence was wild and unpredictable.

As it moved through the ages, it grew sharp and hateful in some people, dull and selfish in others.

The goddess watched her children build kingdoms and empires, and then slay each other in wars for supremacy. She wept as many turned away from her light, consumed by hatred for each other.

But still she loved them all, and would not turn away from them. Eons passed, and the people of Agon lived in the embrace of the goddess.