Before time had a tale or creation a cause, there was only silence, profound and endless. And in that silence, something emerged.
It was The First Thought
No lips spoke it. No mind shaped it. Yet it echoed through the substrate of reality like a heartbeat in the void, subtle, immeasurable, eternal. It was not a word, nor a whisper. It was essence, chaotic and serene, radiant yet opaque. A paradox without origin.
Time started moving.
Space stretched open.
Life blinked awake.
Fear crept in.
Truth lit a spark.
And more concepts without names, ideas too deep to speak, started to exist.
These concepts embedded themselves into the world, becoming invisible laws, not physical, but existential.
Over time....
A species arose that could resonate with the remnants of that First Thought. Fragile, brilliant, insatiable humans. They were not gods, but mirrors. Imperfect reflections of a greater silence.
And from their resonance, Eidon was born.
Every person has one, buried somewhere inside them a belief, a contradiction, something they hold so tightly it becomes real.
Most never find it.
But for some… it awakens.
Each Eidon is a fragment of concept, a seed of belief, paradox, or unshakable truth.
When that truth becomes undeniable, when identity crystallizes around it, the Eidon awakens.
Some wield it as authority, bending the subtle rules of the world to their will.
Others distort time, fracture perception, tear cause from effect.
No two Eidons are alike, because no two truths are.
Now, six lights begin to flicker in the dark. Six truths rising to meet the silence.
A void given form,
A fracture that consumes,
A judgment wrapped in flame,
A hollow voice unheard,
An eye who sees the world,
A memory that will not fade.
Each born from truth,
Each shaped by paradox.
Each bearing the weight of an unseen order.
They are not chosen.
They are not saviors.
But they will be seen.
Because the First Thought is no longer sleeping.
It's watching.