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Before...it was nothing. Only a dark, empty and lifless void. But then...life came. It wasn't life in thep form of animals plants or people — they came long after. — but life....in the form of the waking cosmos. The universe slowly woke up, it took consciousness and it had begun to create something inside the vast expanse of it's cosmic body. Come...and I'll tell you the story of our world, of our planet...of our magic and how it shaped our very lives. Come...take a seat and listen...to the Melody Of Creation!
Void. Empty and eternal.
Void. Silent and endless.
Life. Pure and bright.
Life. The beginning before death.
Creation...the mother of it all.
This is an ancient poem written eons ago upon the walls of the ruins of the Temple of the Primordial Dragons.
Scholars long debated its meaning...but just today, ten billion years later...we have finally understood.
It tells a story older than time, older than life itself. Come... I shall tell you how we came to be.
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