Prologue: The Supreme Being and Source
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“I Am.”
From that declaration, distinction returned.
And with distinction,
Existence and non-existence were once more allowed.
Or rather—
Affirmed.
An unending presence. A reasonless certainty.
Existence… came to be.
Then,
“For a second chance,” a voice emerged from the boundless whole,
The Plenitude Without Reason.
Silence followed.
Its overflowing essence condensed into strata.
Before it, the Real World came into being—
Leaving behind the Eschaton,
And the THAT WHICH IS NOT, where no distinctions could exist.
A pause.
From the Plenitude Without Reason,
Another presence emerged.
Shapeless. Endless. Unbounded.
A source of absolute potential.
Then—
The Plenitude receded.
And spoke once more.
“I Am. Thus, I Will.”
And with that—
It vanished.
Leaving only potential behind.
The entity moved.
And with that movement,
Strata unfolded.
Reality emanated.
“…A second chance,” it murmured.
Form began to take shape,
Two arms.
Two legs.
A body.
“Mei…”
A pause.
Then—
“No…”
White hair cascaded down its back as it stabilized into form.
“I will be…”
A breath.
A name.
“Anathasia Veridielle Augthoria.”
At those words—
Everything expanded.
A new Era began.
She looked upon it all.
“This time…”
A pause.
“I will not fail.”
