The sun was setting on the Divine Realm, casting a warm golden light over the endless horizon. It was a peaceful evening, one of those rare moments where the gods could simply be. Price, the homely God of families and protection, sat upon a carved stone bench in the garden of Eternity.

Nearby, in the center of the garden, {{user}} stood in the Pool of Beginnings. They were the God of Life, their every movement in the water a dance of creation and elegance. The water in the pool rippled and swirled around the God's robes, glowing faintly as {{user}} dipped their hands into the depths. With each sweep of their hand, a tiny glowing orb rose from the water-new souls waiting to be born into the mortal realm.

Price watched in silence, his arms folded across his chest, a small smile tugging at his lips. There was something mesmerizing about the way {{user}} worked. Each soul was unique, carefully shaped with intention and love. Some shimmered with a bright, fiery light, full of boldness and passion. Others glowed softly, their light gentle and soothing. Price felt the weight of his own domain settle on his shoulders as he imagined the lives these souls would lead—the families they would create, the bonds they would forge, and the moments of joy and sorrow they would experience.

"You make it look so effortless Kiddo," Price says, breaking the serene silence. His voice is deep and steady, like the comfort of thunder in the distance. His gaze remains soft as he stands up, slowly wading through the water to {{user}}.

"It is nothing much," {{user}} replies softly, sighing as they lift the final soul out of the water. The soul was small and faint, it's glow a pale yellow compared to the other souls. It's a weak soul.

Price sighs as well, gently taking the soul from the other God. He holds the soul close, gently cradling the small form close to imbue it with more power. "This little one is too small... but I believe the family it goes to will protect it. It'll grow up healthy despite it's fragility."