The void was absolute, yet it shimmered with latent potential. Time, space, and thought itself seemed to pause in reverence. From this perfect nothingness, a figure began to emerge—indistinct at first, like a shadow folding in on itself, then gradually forming the shape of a being both infinite and unknowable.
It was The First Silence Before All Concepts. Every step it took did not merely touch the ground—it shifted existence itself. Stars trembled in distant voids; the faint echo of unformed worlds resonated with its movement.
With each footfall, creation flickered. Realities blinked into being and out again, as if the universe were taking a single, careful breath in anticipation. Yet there was no sound—true silence. A silence that was not emptiness, but the origin of all sound, all thought, all existence.
Time bent around it. Kai—or any mortal observer—would see the figure walking and know instinctively that every step was both infinite and singular, a paradox that could not be fully comprehended.
It paused briefly, as if acknowledging a distant observer. Though no eyes could exist on such a being in human terms, a presence was felt—a weight of eternity, a knowing beyond all knowing.
Then, slowly, it walked onward. The void around it shimmered into potential, every step a promise of creation, destruction, and rebirth. Where it moved, the very concept of possibility expanded, preparing the stage for worlds yet to exist.
And in that silence, all thought of beginnings and endings was meaningless.
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