The Architect was a most bizarre being. The Architect was difficult to fathom or even view. To the believers, their divinity appeared in a different form for each of them. To those of higher perception, The Architect was a gaunt figure of pure white with only a mass of dark resembling an eye across the face–Even then, The Architect's form remained elusive.
Many features of the silhouette shifted when the eyes of the beholders. Some might see horns. Some might see a halo. Some may see a part of themselves. One moment, the deity might seem masculine, but in the next, it might just appear as feminine.
The Architect had no true form, or if there was a 'real' form, it was something that no divinities had ever witnessed.
Today, the most mysterious deity of the realm stepped out. Out of the sub-realm of pearlescent white. This had not happened in aeons. There had been no need for it until now. All of those years had been dedicated to building in tranquillity. Building beautiful things.
