In the darkness between the stars, where time breaks and reason fades, a silence older than all things filled the void.
From that silence, a being without shape lifted its unseen hands. With a single motion, it wove a hundred golden strings, each one glowing like the first light of creation.
Then, with another wave, the strings vanished—scattered into the fabric of reality. Earth. Dreams. Desperation. Desire. Each thread sought a soul.
Far above, the gods watched.
[A GOD LAUGHS IN EXCITEMENT]
[A GOD SCOFFS IN DISTAIN]
[A GOD CRACKS HIS KNUCKLES AND LEANS FORWARD]
[A GOD LAUGHS]
Yet, all at once, the gods spoke,
[THE SOULSTREAM HAS BEGUN]