The universe had not yet known the rhythm of existence. It was pure, untainted Void—an infinite expanse that stretched across the emptiness of non-being. But within this stillness, there was potential, dormant yet infinite, waiting to ignite into the first spark of life. And in that moment of nothingness, there was a stirring—a stirring that would give birth to Time, Chaos, and the forces that would shape all that was to come.

There was no creator, no higher will that willed the universe into being. The universe simply was—unformed, undefined, a blank canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of the cosmos. And from this raw, untouched Void, the first spark of existence ignited.

The Stirring of Time

It was not a force or a being that came into being first, but a concept—a concept that transcended all other things. Time, the most elusive of all the forces that would later come to define the universe, first emerged as a faint whisper. At first, it was but a flicker in the infinite void, a sense of potential stretching infinitely in both directions—past and future, though neither existed yet. It was the first ripple, the first tremor in the ocean of the Void, and from it, the entire universe would soon be shaped.

Time was not a thing to be understood but a force to be felt. It was the delicate web that would soon bind all things, the silent thread that would weave the universe together in a pattern no being could fully comprehend. For Time was the very essence of movement, progression, and change. Yet at its birth, it was not yet fully realized. It was but a shadow, waiting for the emergence of something greater.

Time was born of nothing, yet it defined everything. It was the slow tick of an invisible clock, beating against the silence of the Void. And though it had no form, it was felt in the very core of existence. It was the first force that would separate the infinite stagnation of the Void from the ever-changing dance of creation.

And from Time's birth, there arose a companion, a force as powerful and as boundless as Time itself—Chaos. The Emergence of Chaos

Where Time was the inevitable flow of existence, Chaos was the unpredictable pulse of destruction and creation. Chaos, unlike Time, was a force of entropy, a swirling maelstrom that had no concern for direction or pattern. It was the very antithesis of order. If Time was the arrow that flew straight through existence, Chaos was the storm that shattered everything it touched.

In the beginning, Chaos had no form. It was a formless energy, an eternal tide of wild, untamed power, swirling through the void like an uncontrolled wind. It was born from the same nothingness that gave rise to Time, but where Time was inevitable, Chaos was unpredictable. Where Time stretched forward and backward, Chaos surged and receded without rhyme or reason, a force that had no concern for the past or the future.

It was not the calm, steady progression of existence but the wild, dangerous power of the universe's deepest heart. Chaos was the force that could obliterate anything in its path, reshaping the very fabric of reality with a single thought. But at its core, it was also the force of creation. It could bring forth new realms from nothingness, form stars and planets in the blink of an eye, and create life from the raw energies of the cosmos.

Chaos was not bound by Time or space. Where Time defined the past, present, and future, Chaos moved freely, crossing through dimensions, bending the very laws that the universe would one day come to know. It was the embodiment of unpredictability, the pulse of the cosmos that could destroy or give birth with equal ease.

As Time stretched out, so too did Chaos begin to form into something greater. It could feel the stirrings of Time, but it was not bound by it. While Time moved in a linear fashion, Chaos moved in all directions at once. It was unpredictable, untamed, and free. It was as if the very fabric of the Void had been split open to release a torrent of raw energy, and this energy birthed Chaos—an unpredictable, unstoppable force that could not be ignored.

The First Convergence: The Creation of The Primordials

Time and Chaos were not isolated forces, but companions, each dependent on the other. Time was inevitable, but it could not exist without something to disrupt it. Chaos was the destruction that made Time meaningful. Together, they formed the balance that would give rise to the first living beings—the Primordials.

The first stirrings of these beings came from the merging of Time and Chaos. The universe itself was still but a dream, a whispered thought, but as Time stretched across it and Chaos stirred within it, there was a convergence—a fusion of these two primal forces. And from this fusion, the first spark of life was born.

The very first of these beings was Chronos, the embodiment of Time. He was not merely a force but a presence, an essence that defined the flow of existence. His form was vast and incomprehensible, stretching across all dimensions. Time was not something Chronos controlled, but something he was. He existed at the core of Time itself, feeling the progression of each moment, each second, as it unfolded.

With his birth, Chronos began to shape the flow of the universe. He wove the past and the future into a continuous cycle, shaping the fabric of existence into a pattern. He had the power to slow or accelerate time, to create eons of existence within moments or to stretch a single moment into eternity.

Wherever Chronos passed, Time followed. But he was not alone in this vast and untamed cosmos.

From the chaotic, untamed forces of the universe emerged Erebos, the embodiment of Chaos. Unlike Chronos, who was tied to the linear progression of existence, Erebos was a being of contradictions, a force that represented entropy and randomness. He was born from the heart of the Void, a swirling mass of formless energy that had no beginning and no end.

Erebos existed in the spaces between moments, in the gaps between the threads that Chronos wove. He was the force that could tear Time itself apart, disrupt the flow of existence, and create disorder from the very fabric of reality.

Where Chronos was the master of the past, present, and future, Erebos was the master of the present moment. He could erase entire epochs from existence with a thought, erase the very fabric of Time itself, or bring entire worlds into being by disrupting the cosmic flow.

Together, Chronos and Erebos became the first Primordials, the forces that would shape the universe into something that could be defined, though neither of them fully understood what would come of it.

The First Glimpse of a New Universe

As Chronos and Erebos began to weave their influence over Time and Chaos, the first sparks of creation began to emerge. The universe, once a blank canvas of empty space, was now on the verge of becoming something far greater. The first stars began to form, and the first galaxies took shape. Matter, once formless, began to solidify into the building blocks of existence.

This was the moment when the universe first took form. The creation of time, the emergence of chaos, and the convergence of these forces began to shape the cosmos in ways that could not have been imagined before. And in the heart of this new reality, a new force began to stir—one that would change the course of the universe forever.

And with that first stirring, the universe began to breathe. The stars burned, the galaxies turned, and existence itself began to unfold. But this was only the beginning. For within the birth of Time and Chaos, a deeper, darker force would soon rise—one that would challenge the very foundation of existence.