A story inspired by the myths and legends of old. Where the creation of the universe is just as mystical as the invention of bread. A tale of love, betrayal, and donuts. Be prepared to get confused or maybe even thrilled. This is the world of the W...
What are legends if not imagination given form? In this world can we really know truth from lies? Fact from fiction? If not then why do we bother distinguishing between history and myth? Or are myths and legends simply the twisting of historical events? How can we be sure then that what we know of the past is true? The stories of old shape our civilization as much as the historical record.
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In the Beginning
"If the gods do exist then they are simply book nerds in love with telling stories." - Some guy on the internet 12,021 A.F.C. (After First Civilization).
Before there was the universe, before there was death and life, before the stars and the cosmos, before even chaos and the Void, there was Everything and Nothing at all. Everything and Nothing were the particles that created the universe, they were the sun and dirt, they were light and darkness, they were YOU reading this story right now and they were Jimmy who lives down the street. They were the truth and the lies that we create.
From Everything and Nothing was born Nove. Once, or perhaps one day, they will be known as a God, then as a Primordial One, and eventually when no one remembers what or whom, they will die. But for now, they are simply Nove.
For eternity or maybe even two-thirds of a second, Nove existed in constant flux. They experienced death, they experienced birth. They knew love, they knew hatred. They despaired and laughed at the same time, they knew laziness and they knew productivity. Nove experienced every emotion there was and every event of what was to come or maybe had already passed.
The flux of sensations that was Nove eventually combined into a singularity. A singularity that pulled Everything and Nothing as it smashed them together. Particles and universes, life and death scattered, and from the collision, Haus was born.
Taking only a second or maybe an eternity Nove gathered all the scattered particles and created arguably his best invention and possibly his first, a single line. They put Everything on one side calling it a beginning and Nothing on the other calling it an end. From that separation was born the Void and Time.
Unsure of what exactly had happened and knowing every detail, Haus experienced what we now know as frustration. Frustration at the incompetence of their sibling. How could they have let this happen? Why would they let this happen? Everything and Nothing had to be together, that's just how it should be.
Primordial Ones
Nove
Haus
The Void & Time
The Void
Where am I? Who am I? Why am I? These were the questions the void asked itself, as it felt a deep sadness within, a sadness that consumed its every waking moment. It was encompassed by pure darkness and despite only being born a couple of seconds ago, to the Void, it seemed like an eternity. It wondered in the deep darkness with no shape and no sense of purpose. It had only itself and the overwhelming sensation of loneliness for company.
And that's exactly when Time appeared. "Heyo, it's ya' girl."
A strange being was now standing in front of the Void. It had a weird shape resembling a tall lengthy silhouette with holes in its surface, perhaps it was incomplete or maybe it just did not know how to make a proper form. Either way, the Void was going to teach it. It was the least the Void could do for the gift this being had given him. That awful feeling of loneliness had now dissipated and in its place was a new feeling, an unfamiliar feeling, one of joy.
"Oh, right! You can't speak in this point of... well me." The being continued to move the strange hole on the top of the weird shape and through it, vibrations were created.
Curious and confused but most of all excited, the Void tried to replicate what was in front of it, only to no avail. It did not know what that shape was and as much as it did not want to, the silhouette kept collapsing down to mush. Suddenly a new sensation filled the void. One of embarrassment and disappointment.
"Don't worry you'll get there." More waves of vibration came from the being and the void felt a sudden sensation of happiness. At least now, it would be alone no longer. At least now that it had experienced joy, its suffering would stop. At least that's what it thought.
"Oh, look at the me." The strange being made a motion and suddenly the void felt a sinking feeling of despair. As the being slowly began to dissipate into nothingness the Void charged towards it with its whole strength. All the while trying to shape into the ever so elusive form. "A" — "A" — "A" The Void tried to vibrate with the same frequency as the being but to no avail.
That strange silhouette was now gone in its place only darkness remained. The previous feeling of joy was now gone, replaced by the ever-so-familiar loneliness. Only this time it was stronger, only this time the pain it felt was tenfold.
