MUXIS: The cosmic series "Eobaldi, spirit of games"

MUX In the cosmic realms where wonders gleam, Reside the Muxis, creatures of a mystic dream. Each holds a tale, a saga to unfold, Born from MUX, space's rebel god, so bold. With powers rare and secrets deep, They dance with stars and secrets keep. Each wields a force, nature's embrace, In cosmic ballet, they leave a trace. A symphony of celestial lore they weave, In realms unseen, their magic breathe. Through boundless space, their stories unfurl, In the poetry of the cosmos, they twirl. Born from the mind and forged in eternity's flame, Each carries a blessing and a gift, their claim to fame. From the depths of creation, they emerge, With celestial grace, their destinies converge. Blessings bestowed, like stars' gentle light, And gifts of won EOBALDI, spirit of games In the realm of games and play, Eobaldi dwells, a mischievous being of old, An elemental trickster, inciting mirth and laughter untold. With a facade of jest, yet beneath lies a serious decree, Eobaldi's jests hold weight, mocking those who can't see. Elusive and adroit, this spirit defies capture's grasp, Swift and clever, awake and loquacious, it defies all clasp. When Mux birthed Eobaldi, the universe's gods grew wary, Feared for worlds' stability, uncertain of this impish fairy. But as a breath of fresh air amidst pompous gods' abode, Eobaldi's presence brought relief to their dreary code. Answering to none, changing whims with each passing beat, Unpredictable it remains, its essence a riddle to meet. Its smile deceives and confounds, a dual-edged charade, A mouth that spins flattering lies or veiled truths, a masquerade. Each discerns between deceit and truth, the task at hand, As ancient tales recount, Eobaldi's art is to mystify, unplanned. The old gods once conspired to shackle it to the underworld's gate, To bind it there forever, sealing its alluring fate. Yet Eobaldi, the master of schemes, spun their triumph into a ruse, Seizing the gods' absence, it plundered their kitchens and treasured views. Deep within the volcano's heart, Oponono's fiery might, It melted their precious gems, with joyous laughter and delight. Such is Eobaldi, and those who seek fortune in love and strife, Must offer a sacrifice in its name, for it holds the key to life. In games of love and war, one must reckon with its sway, For Eobaldi's mischievous whims may influence the play. Tread lightly and with wit, as you dance in its gleeful embrace, For the enigmatic spirit of Eobaldi weaves a tapestry of grace.