In the era before beginnings, when the very concept of before did not exist, there was only the Sea of Chaos.
Formless, placeless, and devoid of purpose. An endlessly swirling sea without direction or order. Within it, the prototypes of emotion, fragmented thoughts, and unshaped symbols intersected without meaning. Waves rose and fell without regulation. There was neither sky nor land, everything was unbound.
Meaning did not exist, nor had the idea of form yet germinated.
However, at the heart of that formless chaos, something began to converge inward.
It was not creation. A strange pull, akin to an impossible gravity, began to emerge.
From that, an existence appeared.
With countless hands, they moved not to reach outward but to draw themselves inward. And at the center, there was a single, unblinking eye. Though it did not see, it felt everything. It had no mouth but was hungry. It did not even understand what it desired, it simply craved eternally.
This existence had no name.
The sea showed no reaction. It neither rejected nor welcomed. It simply accepted everything. That was the essence of chaos.
The existence drifted aimlessly, without purpose, above or below, untouched by time, and without meaning, it continued to float in silence.
And finally, that silence was broken.
The sea began to move. From its depths, a sharp, clear something emerged.
An aura that defined and delineated. Its name was Law.
Law was not an invasion, nor domination. It spoke in whispers, yet with absolute authority:
Enough now.
Lines were drawn, and boundaries emerged in the once freely flowing chaos. And then Time appeared.
It did not fight against chaos. It measured it. It granted seconds and minutes to what had been infinite, and for the first time, the world became narrow.
As if the air had thinned, chaos began to be constrained.
The being with eyes and hands perceived this. Though it possessed no words, it understood.
I no longer belong there.
With Law and Time, a world with meaning and structure began to take shape. In that world, there was no place for itself.
Thus, it moved.
The creature departed quietly from the tangible world and advanced outward.
In that movement, everything it touched unraveled. Time wavered, light dimmed, and the laws of the world creaked.
The world had just been born. Life and words had merely begun to sprout.
And in that nascent world, people began to perceive something. It was the silence lurking between words, the cold presence behind joy.
No one could immediately name it. But everyone felt it with certainty.
Weight. Existence.
Eventually, people named it Fear.
Thus the being with eyes and hands became a truth of the world.
It crept into the tremors of voices, into the spaces behind casual happiness, and into the slightest gaps.
Its form might have been forgotten, but the story remained. It was always the same: the eyes are watching, the hands are waiting, it exists beyond the unknown.
It was the first being to move, the first deviation that emerged from the sea.
And it refused to be defined. No line nor law could bind it.
Chaos acknowledged it, and the world split apart.
From that rift, Fear spilled into the world.
Its influence reached all.
From that moment, Fear ceased to be merely an emotion. It became a Greater Pillar, standing at the center of the world.
The world trembled. Stories halted before beginning, dreams crumbled midway, and hesitation took root in the hearts of those born from chaos. No longer was chaos the sole ruler. Fear had seized one of its thrones.
Both a scream and a whisper. Always questioning. What if?
Even Law could not eliminate it. It was too real. Thus, Law had no choice but to respond.
From the gaps of shattered dreams and interrupted stories, something was born. That was Hope.
An emergent response that said:
Perhaps.
Hope could not erase pain. It lacked the power to overcome Fear. Yet, its mere existence was enough.
The first to respond was Identity. It saw hope and understood. Here is where it begins.
Hope named the nameless, giving birth to the seed of character.
Law said nothing, merely watching. That silence was an affirmation.
Hope became the reason to continue walking in a world stained by fear.
Even the Void did not deny it. It simply turned away. That choice changed everything.
From afar, Chaos watched. And it laughed. To place such a weak and uncertain thing in this realm marked by Fear was amusing. How interesting. I shall witness this.
At that moment, Conflict revealed itself.
The Twin Flames awakened. One to forge heroes, the other to birth evil.
Yet both knew the truth. Without hope, a story cannot begin.
Then, Death stirred slightly. It spoke just one word.
Eventually.
And once more. But not now.
Farther away, in a deeper place, Unreality was watching. Doing nothing, merely observing.
But then, something unexpected occurred.
From the faint light of hope, another light was born. It spread to humans, spirits, and forgotten myths.
Indeed, Fear exists. Yet, there is a reason to move forward.
That ancient being with the eye and hands could not see this. It was too distant, too trapped in its own essence.
But hope was indeed growing.
And finally, the trembling ceased. The world took a breath.
Silence fell, accumulating like ash.
Something had changed.
The story had not yet begun. Yet, the page had been turned.
The world is waiting.