> "Before anything existed, something watched. And when it watched long enough, it wept. That was the beginning."
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Before time. Before stars. Before even the idea of being—there was Silence.
Not peace. Not calm.
But something ancient and mournful, a silence that watched.
It was the first paradox. The first wound.
Then—it split.
Two forces emerged from the void. Not born, not created—but torn from something older. One was Existence:NOTHINGNESS, the contradiction incarnate. It both built and destroyed, a force of creation that erased itself. The other was The Unknown—so alien, it unmade logic just by being witnessed.
They didn't hate each other. They didn't understand hate.
But they clashed.
And from that clash, the universe bled itself into becoming.
The battlefield was a place that shouldn't exist—a dimension of impossible geometries, where thought birthed matter and time bent like sorrow. Their war didn't span years. It wrote years. It carved eons into the bones of dimensions.
Reality came as a byproduct of violence.
The stars were collateral.
Worlds died before they were born, seeded into annihilation by the tremors of the divine war.
And then—
A final blow.
Existence:NOTHINGNESS fractured. The Unknown screamed in languages reality couldn't translate. They both recoiled—wounded beyond repair.
They didn't end.
They paused.
The shards of Existence:NOTHINGNESS scattered into the forming cosmos, embedding themselves into myth, ruin, and sorrow. One shard, forgotten by all—including itself—began to stir.
It did not remember its name. It did not recall its role in the war. But it remembered grief. It remembered pain. And it remembered that it had once mattered.
So it began to walk.
And the world began to change around it.
He woke in a place that wasn't real. A patch of broken sky and bleeding stone, under a sun that pulsed like a dying heart.
He stood. Alone.
The name came to him not as a gift, but a curse:
> The Honoured One.
He didn't know who had called him that. He didn't know why.
But it rang in his bones like regret.
He walked forward. And the world behind him forgot he had been there.
Thus began the unraveling.
Thus began the return.
Thus began the story of the last scar reality tried to erase.
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