Countless eons ago, before the dawn of time, before the Era of primordium, before existence itself took form, there was a war. Not a war of flesh or steel, but a war of stories, of tales, of myths.
A war waged by true Celestials—beings of unimaginable power, each a living legend, each a universe unto themselves. They clashed not for dominion over lands or realms, but for the very essence of narrative itself. This was a war for the Eternal Story, a battle to determine whose tale would reign supreme, whose myth would echo through the infinite void.
The Celestials tore through the fabric of nothingness, their immeasurable powers colliding in cataclysmic bursts, ripping apart the void with calamitous force. Stars were born and extinguished in the blink of an eye, galaxies unraveled, and the boundaries of reality itself trembled under their might.
"They do not care for others,"
observed an Entity, its form shrouded in a cloak adorned with shifting constellations.
"They are to be selfish, Driven only by their own insatiable hunger for ENTERTAINMENT, For GLORY, For ETERNITY"
As the war spiraled out of control, threatening to consume all that was and all that could ever be, a single voice emerged from the chaos. A Sole Story, a being of pure narrative, stepped forward. It was not the mightiest of the Celestials, nor the most ancient, but it was the most determined. It knelt before the ABSOLUTE—the primordial force that existed beyond even the Celestials—and made a vow.
"I beg for our mercy, Grant my wish,"
it pleaded,
"To bind all existential within my story. Let ME Become the weaver of all tales, The Architect of all myths. Let me end this calamity by uniting every story under my will"
The ABSOLUTE, moved by the Sole Story's resolve, granted its prayer. In that moment, the Sole Story was transformed, its essence shining brighter than the brightest star, brighter than the combined light of all the Celestials. It rose, radiating an aura of inevitability, and declared,
"Shall from this moment onward, All that has ever existed and that shall ever exist, shall within my story. Every being, Every tale, Every myths shall be part of my narrative.
All stories shall fall under the light of my own— I who am the writer of every story, The author of All existence. I will write the PERFECT STORY— Not for myself, but for the greater good. I am the beginning and the end—— I.... am.. The..ETERNITY"
And so, the war ended, not with a final clash of power, but with the birth of a new order. The Celestials, their stories now bound within the Sole Story's grand design, faded into the background, their myths becoming threads in a greater tapestry. The Sole Story, now ETERNITY, began its endless work, weaving the perfect narrative, a story without end, a tale that would encompass all of existence.