Prologue
Prologue
In a place stretched endlessly—black and colorless,
where depth swallowed all without end—
something, from the outside, suddenly winked.
It quivered the emptiness.
But the soulless, silent rocks,
plain and unfeeling, noticed nothing.
Only one being sensed it all.
A faint flicker of curiosity toward the realms above…
was born.
The Beginning: Qarna. Boredom.
Amid dead rocks,
creating forces and toying with them
was utterly ordinary—
especially when those forces dwarfed moons.
And the creator?
Nothing more than an atom.
Strange, yet it was the atom that formed everything.
Its own future built it—
crafted from a logic born of itself.
It was logic.
And its rules obeyed it.
Its logic made anything it created—true.
No matter how impossible.
Eventually,
it grew weary of power.
And so, it cast its three great forces far into the void…
then fell asleep.
Time passed.
It awoke again.
The past long forgotten—
until, for a few fleeting moments,
a bright shimmer appeared above.
It rose.
Upward it swam, into the whirlpool of emptiness.
