The void.
No single word could truly encapsulate this phenomenon, but, if there was to be one – it would have to be "Perfection." A plane of pure, untouched nothingness. there was no darkness for darkness didn't exist, and yet no illumination shone for neither did light, Inanimate yet ever moving, vast beyond the cosmos and still smaller than the eye of a needle.
Perfect for there existed no imperfection...quite literally.
No being knows "WHEN" for Time was not yet born, a millennium a simple blink of the eye, a single second long as a thousand lifetimes, but a ripple creased the polished constant Void, a notion came to be, an opaque idea, a sharp intangible existence.
came to be a great divine sloth, a creature attuned to time and earth, grass formed wherever he breathed and the stars were made whenever he sneezed.
The great sloth watched the lives of these humans. Bustling, tussling, always in a hurry. Some killed and maimed while others nurtured and gave aid. The great sloth, pained by the foolish actions of the short lived creatures decided to bless them with a gift. He gathered blood from his ever pulsing veins and sprinkled it throughout the heavens and earth.
"ALL YE WHO CULTIVATE AND WALK THE PATH OF RIGHTEOUSNESS WILL ATTAIN IMMORTALITY!!!"
The heavenly commandment rang through the stars and the birth of a new generation was witnessed.