Prologue
Infinity’s Avatar - Prologue
“From the ineffable primordial unity emerges the great potency of the Tao.” - The Book of Balance and Harmony
Before the beginning, there was only the infinite Tao—a realm of boundless potential, a creative void filled with restless energy and ancient wisdom, beginningless and endless. Over countless eons, this energy sought harmony, giving birth to light and dark, which, in turn, begat all dualities. Thus were Yin and Yang born.
As ages passed, infinite realms blossomed like mushrooms after a summer’s rain, only to wither away. Great civilizations and their gods arose, flourished, and faded into oblivion. There was life and there was death, birth and rebirth, all guided by the wisdom of the Tao. Balance reigned, and perfect harmony prevailed—until it did not.
A discordant note, faint as a whisper yet sharp as a mis-tuned violin string, trembled through the void. The Tao heard it. For the first time, it became aware and extended its consciousness. It sensed corruption—a defiling of the void, a danger lurking at the edges of creation. It sensed Hundun, the avatar of Primordial Chaos.
Chaos consumed a billion billion realities, replacing creation with entropy, birth with death. Like soap bubbles adrift on a summer zephyr, realms shimmered with brief iridescence, then vanished as if they had never been.
Light turned to dark. Pralaya, the avatar of Hundun, swallowed more of creation. This was not evil or good—it simply was. But with the balance disturbed, Pralaya grew stronger. The Wheel of Dharma spun unevenly, wobbling around the axis of existence.
The Tao knew this imbalance would unravel the fabric of reality, ending this Veda. Entropy would reduce all that was and all that is to Hundun before creation emerged again. There would be only the Hundun until the universe reemerged from the Tao, and the next Veda would begin. But it was not yet that time.
The Tao knew it could not resist the all-encroaching Hundun alone. So it fragmented its eternal essence into three aspects: the nothingness of Wujec, the perfect balance of Taiji, and the potentiality and faultless rhythms of Yu.
A subtle awareness rippled through the infinite Tao—awareness became awakening. Awakening became purpose, and purpose became action. The Tao knew that harmony and balance must be restored, though it did not know yet why.
It sent its three aspects across all of eternity, so that they might find three worthy avatars—champions who could restore balance and save all of Creation.
