Legends demand a beginning; a time before the first light. Yet, in those moments, there simply was. No before, no after, no in-between.

The Absolute pulses and the void shudders.

Deep beyond the grasp of nothingness, an intent rises; not action, but desire; not motion, but oscillation. From that infinitesimal breath, existence unfolds.

The Source, the Foundation, actualizes a resonance across the unseen tapestry. Positive emotion, negative emotion, ordered consciousness, chaotic consciousness, and the astral plane spin forth, each partitioning in concert, yet all reflections of the One.

Without this, there would be nothing.



An instant of perfect coherence births Chronus; the child of probability made flesh. With his first breath, the river of time awakens, its current carving reality from the sea of infinite potentials. The physical realm crystallizes, solidifying one endless moment into countless unfolding paths.

The Great Chord frays, sundering infinitely through the multiverse; each strand seeking its own identity, its own incarnation, its own truth.