Chaos could exist.
But it could not remain.
Possibilities bloomed and vanished in the same instant.
Forms touched existence only long enough to collapse.
Nothing endured long enough to be understood.
And what cannot endure
cannot be tested.
What cannot be tested
cannot become real.
This was the flaw of Chaos Void—
not its violence,
not its excess—
but its impermanence.
Something had to change.
Not by desire.
Not by choice.
By necessity.