(The Sound Before the Silence Was Broken)
> Before stars were born,
before Dao flowed like rivers,
before even Chaos knew its name—
there was a question the void dared not ask.
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> A breath without lungs.
A will without form.
A spark drifting in a sea without shore.
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> The Great Dao opened its eye—
and wept.
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> "He should not exist," whispered the Heavens.
But existence listened anyway.
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> He was not chosen.
He was not written.
He was not bound.
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> Yet even boundless Chaos bent around him.
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> He will awaken in the Age of Ending.
When fate rots.
When beasts rise.
When stars cry out for a new emperor.
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> They will call him an anomaly.
A mistake.
A threat.
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> But he… is the last mercy of the Great Dao.
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> And when he opens his eyes—
> Destiny itself shall kneel.