Creation Myth

Before there were things present or past, before the moisture in the aether came together into the smallest of droplets and before these droplets coalesced into the unending flow of time, there were no divisors. All was One, and the One was perfectly unaware of the possibility of many. In no discernible manner, time gave way, devoid of any intent, to the separation of now from then. Ineffably, the One undid itself, and Chaos was born. With no knowledge of the infinite diversity of existence, Reality herself lacked any semblance of confidence, and as such, cowered from herself and hid from meaning. This was Chaos.

In time, as Reality hid in fear, the differences became sentient. Black knew it was black, and gave itself meaning by hating the white. Darkness knew it was darkness, and gave itself meaning by hating the light. In this way, Reality hid from her children, so they turned against each other. First mother that she was, there was no other to believe in her, and she was petrified by the unknown. Woe to she who must wait for a husband in her children! Woe to the naive progenitor, who could never look to without for hope, peace, or faith!

Her children named their new way Order, and though they each hated each other, they were yet united in their unanimous rejection of Chaos. Reality remained hidden and began to hate herself as her children did. However, this faded in time. The first mother became wise and forgave herself. She knew that she was no longer afraid, yet she could still do nothing. Now was the time for patience.

She allowed darkness to war against light, waiting for the day of reconciliation. Still, she waits, but with an increasingly eager spirit. For she knows the day is drawing near in which the many will come together again to be One.