I do not know who created the heavens. I only know that they existed when I arrived. I have heard rumors, stories, of how one great god created the whole realm, but these stories are unimportant; they are past, not future. I was created to begin the future.
Imagine, all of the great gods, exploring heaven, flexing their muscles, trying their powers. They were new and childlike and they could only see what was in front of them. They could not imagine a life different from the one that they had. But two were displeased with their surroundings. They were not unhappy in heaven, they were merely bored. They had gotten tired of swimming through the clouds aimlessly. They had grown up faster than the others, and they wanted something new.
So Byron, Harbinger of Joy, and Gale, God of the Sky, formed a partnership to create something new, something that would help them to escape the boredom of their heavenly cell. The result of this partnership was me, Miranda, Goddess of Dreams.
At first, both gods were pleased with what I was. They enjoyed falling into deep sleeps and allowing their subconscious selves to guide them to new ideas, new possiblilities for the future. They would wake up after their long dreams and feel refreshed, not only did they not feel trapped in heaven any longer, they also had wonderful ideas of how to fill the days. They began even to dream by day, mixing the conscious with the unconscious selves and using this powerful potion to guide their powers. Soon, the other gods noticed that Byron and Gale seemed to be having a lot of fun, and they wanted to know why. Thus, I was introduced to all of the other gods.
But all was not always well in heaven. Some of the gods disliked me because they disliked knowing their unconscious selves. One of those gods was Byron. Byron renounced his part in my creation because I allowed him to meet the other part of himself, Valentine, Benefactor of Pain. Byron had been all love and happiness until he began to dream, until he began to dream of disturbance and unhappiness. I tried to tell him that it was not I who had caused him to encounter this inside of himself; that Valentine had always been a part of him; but Byron refused to listen and he denounced me and refused to take responsibility for creating me. Gale, too, was unhappy with me for allowing some of the other gods to dream of mortals, but he understood that this was not my fault and he did not renounce his responsibility in creating me.
Thus, I came to be. I am loved by some and detested by others, but I am a part of the life of every god and although they can denounce me, they cannot cast me out of their lives. I help the gods to create the future.