The void is nothing yet it created everything.
It birthed beings capable of turning the essence of nothing itself into the being referred to as reality.
The void forever embraces its children, yet they create membranes to wall off their mothers embrace.
However she still watches from behind the walls they build.
Her original gift to them was a soul and so when they birthed new beings into existence through their powers they to gifted their children a soul.
Now all beings within the infinitely expanding mass of reality possess a soul.
However to gift a soul into a vessel it must be perfect yet reflect the imperfections of the emotions the vessel will possess, it must be flawed yet have the potential for the growth into a perfect being.
The final aim of the creators was to create a partner for their eternal mother which they walled themselves from.
This was a journey of very few successes yet uncountable failures which lurk beyond the membrane forever trapped by the void in its eternal embrace.
These beings have many names by which those who discover the refer to them as but only the emotion they invoke can describe them.
Horrors. The failures of creations path.
However it is not their lust for the destruction of creation which pushes them to the membrane between nothing and everything. No, it is fear. Not fear which is felt when death is upon you. It is a Terror so deeply carved into their beings that not even the creators of these beings could incite.
It is the being of the immaterial a space beyond the void where not even nothing exists, yet it came from it.
He is the keeper of true death, the final resting place of souls, the ferryman of those fractured and destroyed souls.
However it's existence is a tale that is not as old as a sun, yet it became the 3rd piece of all and the final corner of existence.
He is the primal emotion.
Fear.