Nyx

Nyx is the beginning and the end, the endless night that stretches beyond time itself. Born of chaos, she embodies the raw fabric of the cosmos, weaving shadows into form and silence into meaning. Where gods rise and fall in fleeting glory, she remains eternal, her presence unshaken by war or worship. Even Zeus, who rules the skies, knows better than to provoke her; for in her darkness lies the very womb of creation and the abyss of annihilation. To look upon her is to feel the weight of infinity pressing against mortal bones.

Her power is boundless and subtle, manifesting not in thunder or flame, but in the quiet certainty of the night. She moves with grace, veiling stars in her robes and folding galaxies into her embrace. Nyx is both mother and destroyer, birthing deities who embody the mysteries of existence, Sleep and Death, Dreams and Doom, each one an extension of her infinite will. She commands not armies but inevitability, and inevitability always wins. No force can resist the steady march of nightfall, no heart untouched by her cool, eternal silence.

Yet within that darkness lies beauty beyond comprehension. To some, she is terror: the smothering black that devours light. To others, she is comfort: the balm of rest, the spark of imagination, the shield against the searing sun. Portals bend to her will, shadows rise at her call, and even the fabric of destiny quivers when her voice unfurls. Nyx is not merely a goddess to be worshiped—she is the cosmos itself, the reminder that all light is cradled by darkness, and all beginnings find their end in her eternal night..

Without Nyx and her immense power and guidance, the Astra would not exist. She is the force that maintains the mythologies of Earth, quietly wondering through our local Solar System far enough to stay hidden for thousands of years but close enough to jump into action if needed.