Creation Nymph (Equation)

You've surely met the servants of love, the minions of the Creators.
Undaunted by danger and obstacles, they were butterflies and beetles traversing across strife and the end times,
Searching for the shattered remains of the gods for Cerces.
They reclaimed wisdom from folklore and sacred texts and gathered romance from couples and love songs.
The weavers of love aimed to reweave the divine intellect.
They weaved the love hymns of two gods and all living things.
The words once whispered by fate to butterflies are now reproduced within the threads and fabrics.
From the first bloom to the last city,
Should you step into their tapestry, you will find a world upon the satin.
In my view, those weavers of the olden days,
Are the greatest bards of Amphoreus.