I sat on my throne, my realm shielded from the outside with carefully woven protections. They had come for me a few times so far, battering the walls of Chaos in an attempt to force me to come out, to face them, the gods and goddesses who no longer trusted me, if they ever really did.
Let them try. I would never allow entry, and even cut off Tulip, Life, and Death. For now. I needed to gather my strength, to figure out my next steps. I felt like I'd been on a treadmill while everyone else ran a track, so far behind I could barely catch up. Lurching from trouble to disaster to mess until I couldn't think, could barely breathe, Chaos far more in control than I was.
That had to stop. If I was going to save Creation, if I was going to do what I knew I had to, assist in the realignment of the Crosspath and thwart Armageddon, I had to have a plan. Take a deep breath, a few days, and sort myself out before I did anything else.