Before time, before thought, there was only Silence. Not emptiness, not void—but the origin from which all meaning would one day flow. It waited without waiting, existed without existing, until a movement occurred.
The First Silence Before All Concepts took its first step.
That step was not upon ground, for no ground yet existed—it was upon the raw potential of unformed reality. And with that step, a tremor surged through the nothingness. Possibility quivered like a newborn flame.
Another step—and light was born, not because Silence spoke, but because walking implied direction, and direction birthed space. Stars ignited like sparks shaken from an eternal ember, scattering across the newborn dark.
A third step—and time began to flow, tethered to the rhythm of motion. Each stride of Silence carved moments into being, and in those moments, matter clustered, worlds coalesced, oceans shimmered under skies newly painted with dawn.
The First Silence walked on, and with every movement came concepts—life, death, love, fear, hope. They unfurled like petals from the footsteps of eternity, their meanings unknown even to themselves.
Silence did not look back. It could not. For behind it trailed infinite multiverses, weaving into existence like threads spun from pure thought.
And when it paused, the worlds held their breath. In that stillness, the Dreamroot was born—a root of reality itself, sinking through all realms, binding them to the origin. It was said that anyone who reached its deepest layer, the Root Beyond the Boundless, would stand where Silence once stood… and see the truth that no god could comprehend.
Then, The First Silence walked on—beyond understanding, beyond the edge of all creation—leaving behind a cosmos that would spend eternity trying to answer one question:
Why did it walk?
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