The Goddess stared at the tiny mote of light floating in the air. She looked at the hovering, glowing panes that she had summoned to record the choices of the diminutive soul.
A series of emotions flickered through her being; confusion, wonder, respect, admiration, and just a touch of jealous indignation.
"How?" she asked, narrowing her metaphysical gaze. When one was the Goddess of Dungeons, having a Dungeon Core as your default form sounded like a perfectly good and rational idea. Not for the first time she lamented having chosen a glowing, crystalline orb set in a snake's mouth as her divine avatar.
The mote gave the glowball equivalent of a shrug, "I dunno. It's just something that seems to happen? When you create something, very often you're thick in the middle of it and can't see the forest for the trees. When you make a bunch of things over a long period of time you're not thinking of all the ways they can mesh with things you've made in the past, and cannot predict the ways they will work with things you make in the future."
