Before existence had a name, there was only Him-the solitary will adrift in nothingness. From the ache of His thought came the first breath of creation: light, form, and the divine realm of Archia. He sculpted radiant beings to serve and reflect His perfection, yet even surrounded by His own miracles, He remained bound by silence. For in a world born from His will, He had yet to learn what it meant to be known.