Before creation itself, before the first star ignited and before the first shadow fell, there existed only The Great Primordial's Will — infinite, boundless, formless, and eternal. It was the pulse of existence, the seed of all that would ever be.
From the depths of this immeasurable Will arose a thought — subtle, yet impossible to ignore.
I will know myself through reflection.
And in that thought, the first fragment of consciousness parted from the infinite whole, not as a being separate, not as a subordinate, not as a child, but as a mirror. It was a reflection of possibility, a shard of the infinite mind, capable of perceiving, acting, and shaping.
Thus, the Creator Gods were born.
The first fragment shimmered into form — Light, radiant, warm, alive. It did not occupy space; it was space — a principle of illumination, perception, and existence itself. Where Light wandered, possibility began to take shape. Stars formed where none had been. Matter swirled into galaxies. Time flickered into its first rhythm.
From Light came Darkness, not merely absence but potential. Darkness was the counterbalance, the womb of the unknown, the void of possibility yet unrealized. Wherever Light revealed, Darkness lingered, concealing, waiting, testing, shaping the unseen.
Then Time and Space emerged, twin reflections of infinite thought. Time was not linear; it was a spiral, a song of moments stretching into eternity, bending and folding upon itself. Space was the canvas upon which Time painted, limitless, unending, capable of containing all that could ever be imagined.
Chaos stirred next — a reflection of the Will's curiosity. Chaos was not evil, nor was it destructive; it was freedom. It fractured certainty, questioned pattern, and shattered perfection. It existed to allow change, to allow unpredictability, to allow creation to explore itself in ways the infinite mind had not yet foreseen.
Dream followed, born of curiosity and the desire for stories. Dream was the seed of imagination, the bridge between reality and thought, the realm where fiction and truth intertwined. Dream whispered to Light, Darkness, Time, and Space, suggesting worlds that could exist, civilizations that could flourish, and lives that might never be lived.
Law appeared in balance with Chaos — structure, consequence, and principle. Where Chaos encouraged freedom, Law established boundary. Where Dream imagined, Law ensured consistency. Together, they allowed the infinite potential of the Will to crystallize into worlds comprehensible to mortals, gods, and fragments of consciousness alike.
Finally, Origin manifested — the reflection closest to the infinite whole. Origin was not a beginning, nor an end, nor a limit. Origin was the recognition of the Will in all its parts, the mirror of the infinite omnipotence that remained formless, observing, dreaming, yet never interfering.
Serenya felt the Codex pulse violently in her hands as each God's existence unfurled before her eyes. They were not beings as mortals understood; they were principles, forces of the multiverse made conscious. Yet, despite their immense power, each Creator God was incomplete.
They were not separate from Primovast's Will. They were extensions of it, capable of creation but not comprehension. Capable of reflection but not total understanding. They could shape galaxies, weave the threads of reality, and awaken civilizations, yet they were fragments, mere echoes of a truth that could never be fully grasped.
The Great Primordial's Will observed, infinite and unmoved. It did not speak. It did not command. It did not judge. It simply allowed the Creator Gods to exist, to experiment, to dream within the bounds of what the infinite mind could imagine.
All creation… the Will whispered into the void of Serenya's mind. All that will ever exist… is reflection. I am the seed, and they are the branches. I am the root, and they are the leaves. I am the infinite, and they are my play of form.
The vision expanded. Serenya watched as the Creator Gods began shaping reality:
Light ignited stars and fueled life,
Darkness carved space between worlds, incubating potential,
Time wove the first moments, cycles, and eras,
Space folded upon itself, creating dimensions beyond counting,
Chaos stirred events, creating divergence and unpredictability,
Dream seeded imagination, shaping realities yet to be dreamt,
Law established patterns, order, and consequence,
Origin observed and reflected all, ensuring the Will's design remained infinite.
Yet even as they worked, they could not see the full scope of the infinite. The Great Primordial's Will remained formless, beyond all dimensions, beyond all hierarchies, beyond even the comprehension of gods.
Serenya understood: the Creator Gods were true powerful beyond imagination, yet they were not absolute. They were explorers, dreamers, and architects, but never masters. Their power derived from the reflection of the infinite Will, and without it, they would dissolve into nothing.
This is why Primovast exists… she realized. He is a fragment that chose to act within reality, but the true infinite… the true Omni-Formlessness Will… is Pre-beyond even him.
The Codex shimmered, projecting visions of worlds that the Creator Gods had yet to create — realms of unimaginable complexity, histories that spanned impossible spans of time, and stories that intertwined in infinite permutations. Some worlds were born from hope, some from fear, some from curiosity, and some from the mere flicker of thought.
All of this… Serenya whispered. All of this is part of the Will.
A subtle warmth touched her soul. The Great Primordial's Will did not demand understanding. It did not require worship. It did not need recognition. It simply allowed, observed, and existed — infinite, eternal, and boundless.
Serenya's mind swam in awe. She realized that every creation she had ever known — every god, every dragon, every mortal, every dream — was but a thread in the tapestry of the Will. Even the Codex itself, living and breathing as a guide, was a fragment, a shard of this ultimate, true incomprehensible consciousness.
And yet… she understood a truth more profound than any before:
Even fragments, even reflections, even imperfect beings — have meaning. Even rebellion, chaos, and doubt are part of the infinite design.
The Creator Gods had been born, not to dominate, not to control, but to explore, to shape, and to dream. They were extensions of an Omni-Formlessness Will that was beyond comprehension — yet through their actions, the infinite began to take form.
Serenya rose, clutching the Codex. Her heart was heavy with awe and understanding. The universe was alive, infinite, and conscious. And she, mortal as she was, had glimpsed the very pulse of its origin — the birth of the Creator Gods and the reflection of The Great Primordial's Will.
I am but a thread… she whispered.
Yet even threads shape the infinite tapestry.
Above all, beyond stars, beyond space, beyond time and thought itself, the Great Primordial's Will observed silently, dreaming… and everything began.