The Beginning Of All

The Beginning Of All

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This short story follows a cosmic narrative rooted in the supreme existence of the Boundless Prototype-also called the Great Sovereign or Supreme Autonomous-who stands above all notions and names, having birthed infinite Thought Cubes (Boxes of Everything) from its memories, thoughts, and ideas. Within one such cube lies a realm of infinite doors, each surpassing the one below it and all bowing to the all-encompassing Ultimate Door, which leads down to a frail dream holding the primordial void. From this void emerged the Fathomless One, a being of absolute power that filled the darkness with the higher vastness-an infinite ocean dotted with islands of infinity, where cosmic trees grow with leaves holding gateways to endless higher worlds, each containing countless cosmos-atoms and further worlds in an unending cascade. As life and civilizations flourished across this realm, the Fathomless One split into forces including the eternal, timeless, and unbound Primordial Lords, who view creation as a mere illusion and whose aimless movements shape its laws. Beyond them lies their master, Northelaphor-the Slumbering God, Great Alpha of the higher vastness, and Ultimate Dreamer-an unspeakable, transcendent being older than time who mindlessly conjured the Fathomless One and rests eternally on the infinite Mount Migulonus, surrounded by ravenous valliyans in the void's waters. When Northelaphor stirs, reality warps and madness spreads; though it returns to sleep due to an unintended resonance with the name of Lhapsioethros, its elder son and the Primordial Lords' chancellor, its full awakening would annihilate the entire higher vastness, reducing all worlds, souls, and laws to nothing but the raw fury of the Awakened One, leaving only silence in its wake. Because the higher vastness is only its dream. THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE ENTIRE TRANSFINITIAN MYTHS UNIVERSE/TMU
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Rebellion

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