In the beginning, there was no sky, no stars, no worlds.
There was only existence.
It had no shape. No direction. No purpose.
Everything drifted through an endless void where nothing remained the same for longer than a fleeting moment.
From that endless disorder, something impossible happened.
Chaos awakened.
It was not born from another being, nor created by a greater power. It simply became aware of itself.
For an eternity, Chaos wandered through the silent universe, watching fragments of existence collide, separate and merge without reason. Nothing endured. Nothing possessed meaning.
Curiosity was the first thought Chaos had ever known. One day, it gathered the surrounding fragments into a single point, wishing only to see whether disorder itself could be given a center. The core remained motionless. Then... it opened its eyes.
Order had been born. Where Chaos unraveled, Order arranged. Where Chaos scattered, Order connected. Neither could become the other. Neither could escape the nature of its own existence.
Yet instead of becoming enemies, they became companions. Together they wandered across the newborn universe in search of another soul like their own. They found only silence. As Order drew structure through the endless sea of existence, matter slowly gathered where before there had been only scattered fragments.
Worlds without names drifted through the darkness. Countless stones wandered without destination. Great spheres of fire ignited among them, growing larger as they endlessly gathered what surrounded them. The universe had begun to change.
From the countless fragments shaped by Order, another will eventually emerge. Unlike the first two, this being carried within itself the power to shape matter. She became known as Creation.
Where her hands reached, barren stones became worlds. Flames became stars. The empty universe slowly filled with countless wonders. For the first time… existence possessed beauty. Yet every beginning carries the seed of an ending.
Long before Order could impose harmony upon every corner of existence, one of the newborn stars grew without restraint. It consumed everything drawn into its embrace. Its light swelled beyond measure. Then… it collapsed beneath the weight of its own existence.
Its death shook the heavens.
From the remains of that dying star, another soul awakened - Destruction. Unlike Creation, it could bring nothing into existence. Unlike Order, it could preserve nothing.
Unlike Chaos, it sought no freedom. It existed for one purpose alone.
To end.
Thus, the universe welcomed its fourth and final primordial embodiment. Creation filled the cosmos with worlds. Order bound them with laws. Chaos scattered certainty wherever it wandered. Destruction reduced all things to silence.
Each fulfilled only its own nature.
Each was imprisoned by its own concept.
For a time, the four walked together across the endless universe. But eternity changes even those who believe themselves unchanging. Creation wished for a universe where life could one day flourish. Order sought harmony that would never break.
Their ambitions demanded stability.
Chaos saw only chains. Every world that remained untouched by disorder felt like another piece of itself being erased. It had not changed. The universe had. Destruction cared little for either side. Where conflict arose, it merely followed. And so, when Chaos finally abandoned its companions, Destruction walked beside it without hesitation.
Thus began the first war. A war so ancient that even the stars forgot its beginning.
This is how our world started...