In the beginning, there was nothing, nothing but the silent solitude of an endless and utterly meaningless void. A realm of perfect silence and tranquility, for only a single being resided on it, a single lonely being endlessly wandering the vast, all-encompassing void. A dreamer unable to comprehend his very own dreams, he dreamed of a perfect paradise, a paradise of endless riches, and most importantly, life. He dreamed of this paradise, filled to the brim with life whom he could never see in that void, yet he still imagined it. But eventually even he grew tired of dreaming.
"What is the point of dreaming if my dreams will never bear fruit?" wondered the dreamer. Dreaming was useless for him if he could not bring upon his dreams upon reality, until then, he would never be satisfied, and until then, he would never dream again.
He whispered a wish onto the void, for the void alone was what kept him company. He both loved and despised it, but he acknowledged that bearing feelings would ultimately be futile, for no matter how long he wished to escape it, the void would always be by his side. Yet, this time the void responded to his calls, like an artist, the dreamer's voice painted the empty canvas of the void with his colours, his wishes forever engraved onto the stillness of the void.
"Creation." Swiftly, the void responded, conjuring forth barren planets and lifeless stars, each a manifestation of the entity's desire to fill the void. But at last, he merged all bodies into one, leaving behind nothing but a single planet left.
"Life," and life it summoned, with creatures and beings emerging to tread upon the desolate world, filling the raiment of nature's mysteries. Yet, the life forms, born of the being's lonesome dreams, were but mindless wanderers in the vast theater of existence. They had yet to satisfy his dreams.
Seeing the limitations of its own creation, the dreamer, drenched in melancholy solitude, granted them the boon of "Knowledge." With this gift, the life forms were granted the ability to ponder and reflect, yet, in the shadows of their newfound intellect, they could not escape the tendrils of ego and selfishness that wove their way into their hearts. Thus, with the gift of reason came the seeds of discord, and the once calm existence spiraled into a tragic dance of bloodshed and carnage.
Gazing upon what his own creations had become, the dreamer eventually wished for their demise. "Death." The dreamer was displeased, to say the least, a world forged on carnage and bloodshed bore not the slightest similarity to his own visions. His heart now filled with sorrows and regrets, he would once again try to find solace in the void.
"No more" begged the dreamer, but once again the void refused. The dreamer would not be satisfied with anything other than absolute perfection, "If the world before my eyes is not uniform to that of my visions I'd rather not have the gift of sight at all!" shouted the dreamer. And this time the void listened. The void soon took away his sight, leaving the dreamer forever trapped inside his perfect paradise of fantasies and visions. But instead of trying to fight the void, he accepted it. The dreamer had at last accepted his own fate, from the moment he was, he was a slave, a slave to himself, a slave to a fantasy. And so, in an attempt to fix his creation, he singled out five among them, granting these chosen beings with a fragment of his own desire, before fully sealing himself into a stone statue, a sentinel enshrouded in the mists of time, a silent witness to the eventual coming of existence's conclusion.