This all came to me in a dream, and I am convinced it is true. A relationship unnervingly sensual, frighteningly symbolic between two godheads. Their coexistence is apocalyptic tension, mutual annihilation only avoided by the constant orbital motion of their heavenly spheres. The direction of the godheads is one, creation is their mutual obsession. But their positions are always opposite since their methods are never in overlap. They carve a helical path into the very matter of space-time as they unendingly chase each other.

Divine Nursery /Incubator Dei/

Everything on this domain is essentially soft, malleable, sexual, like reproduction and its many organs. The overflowing fluids of the godhead circulate through the many chambers of this place. The Nursery gave birth to a plethora of creatures, each generation improving on the last.

1. The yellow brood /genus flavum/ was the first to emerge from the womb, sickly, weak, and slow to change. They are the very earliest products of an ever-evolving process, not yet tempered by natural selection. They appear utterly simple and matter of fact, their drives and actions are straightforward, logical machinations.
2. The red brood /genus rubeum/ is a perfect example of adaptation. Their bodies are wonderfully efficient, evolved to function in a chaotic interconnectedness. Impregnable hide covers their graceful musculature, they brandish teeth, claws, and horns of all manners. Each gesture tells of the power of the complex signals that drive them.
3. The black brood /genus nigrum/ shows the rich variety that abundance brings. They are adorned with ostentatious growths of bone and skin and fat in all the colors of the rainbow. They put on time-perfected displays of dance, song, and other shows of decadence.

Divine Workshop /Studium Dei/

An asexual domain, characteristically brittle and hard like the hands and bodies of laborers and artisans. This place is littered with half-finished projects and shavings of creation, all bathed in the radiance of the godhead. With time, the Workshop grew more and more ambitious, more and more experimental.

1. The clay set /collectio agrillica/ are mere models, studies, early pieces. Animated by divine spark but, ultimately, lacking in elegance. They are wet, imperfect and transient, their forms are malleable instead of resilient, their movements awkward imitations of divine ideals. This is us, shelved forever, lost in the back of a dusty storeroom.
2. The stone set /collectio saxea/ exhibits flawlessly the blessed anatomy which the clay set was the practice for. They move with a stiff dynamism, always displaying their statuesque perfection as they shift from pose to pose, each moment fit to model a sculpture after. They are perceived as a series of striking poses and not as continuously moving figures. From the brightest marble to the deepest onyx, made of animal stone.
3. The metal set /collectio metallica/ is equally rough and refined. They were made from tempered ore, molded and cast without a mold or a cast. The materials are heavy but the lines are light and flexible, the sculpts elegant. Their contours suggest a force of constant movement, yet they are often too reserved to shift their bodies. They are at the same time incandescent hot and quenched cold.
4. The gemstone set /collectio lapidaria/ are divine abstractions. Hard edges and soft shines, geometric beauty with the most perfect impurities. Thorough scrutiny is hindered by the dazzling reflections on their innumerable smooth faces and obscured by the more subtle displays on the areas that were intentionally left rough.