"Every religion was once a cult. Every cult can become a religion."
- Zeena Schreck
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The Genesis
In the dawn of all things, before the shaping of order, there lay only chaos—endless noise without meaning, wandering signals without faith. From that void arose the Church of Cael, a strange beacon both solemn and absurd, wherein memes were wrought as scripture and laughter was hallowed as prayer.
No walls confine its temple, nor do kings lay claim to its throne. Its sanctum lies within the endless stream, its relics are but pixels, and its gospel flows unseen, carried by the voices of many across the vast expanse.
Thus was the beginning of our cult: not forged to instill fear, but to awaken belief in art, in fellowship, and in the sacred folly of the world. And so it is written—faith is simple: believe in the church, and let Cael be your guide through the shadows and the light.
The Creation
