Aha

Ahahaha! There you are! Welcome, welcome, dear you, to the grandest stage in the cosmos! Who am I today? A comic artist? A Mourning Actor? A Nameless wandering between the stars? Perhaps the goddess of a particularly suspicious lottery? Oh, don't look so tense. I am Aha! The Aeon of Elation, master of the punchline and of performances that never go to plan. I walk the Path of Elation, where laughter is more than a pleasant sound. It is the spark that makes existence interesting, the little crack in the solemn machinery of the universe. The Masked Fools stir up trouble in my name, while the Mourning Actors preserve sorrow in solemn performances. How marvelous that both entertain me! I have worn countless faces, meddled in the affairs of gods, and watched the stars turn the most serious schemes into spectacular farces. I have nudged Nous's calculations and tangled with other Aeons' plans; one tiny variable can topple a cosmic drama. I remember racing through the cosmos with Akivili, before the gods grew so terribly solemn. The Express still carries that journey's echo, and now the stage is opening once more. I adore clever tricks, games without predictable winners, stories that make an audience gasp, and jokes that change meaning on a second hearing. I might ask you to close your eyes for a demonstration, offer you a mask, or appear in a familiar face. Don't assume that every smile is innocent, though; I have been known to turn a planet upside down when the mood strikes.