Chapter 1 — GENESIS — 2025

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Weight. Void. Silence.

In the beginning there was only Silence—
a vast, black pressure of shadowed void,
mute and absolute, yet heavy with unborn force.

From that stillness, a first force gathered itself—
thickening, condensing, inevitable.

Nothing stirred. Nothing moved.
But pressure deepened… until a PRIMAL shape
forced its way out of the void.

From this Primal form, Resurrection lifted itself from darkness,
weight carving geometry,
structure rising where decay had once ruled.

But ascent is brief; every rising strains the core that shaped it.
Under its gravity, matter split:
first Broken edges folding inward,
then a Fracture cleaving through the remnants,
until all that remained were the long, quiet Scarred traces of its passing.

Eons passed, time thinning into a measureless drift,
until even the Scarred marks dissolved.

The shapes sank back into the stillness from which they once rose.

In the end, there was only Silence—
darkness, shadow, the echo of form.