Cold, empty space, the beauty and the despair of it; the urge to give form to it, driven first by pure idle curiosity, then by the urge to fill this universe with something beautiful, with something that can cherish existence as much as they do; watching their creations as they fight bloody wars or care for each other, creating more and more of themselves without Chaos's input, loving their creations and yet feeling further and further away from them, having no idea how to bridge that gap-
And then nothing . So that the Universe felt love, by which, as somebelieve, the world has many times been turned to chaos. And at that moment this ancient rock, here and elsewhere, / fell broken into pieces