Before the first crack appeared in consciousness, and before time was ever granted a scale, the universe was not a void, but a boiling, frantic, and utterly meaningless sea of "Noise Laws". This was an ultimate state of disorder, transcending any logical definition; here, physical constants were not the bedrock of reality but resembled flickering, erroneous code on a malfunctioning terminal. Within this vast primordial sea of energy, order was non-existent, and existence itself was merely a collection of fragmented instructions colliding, annihilating, and regrouping in a purposeless stochastic dance.
In this realm, the strong nuclear force and gravity swapped roles within the fleeting span of a Planck instant. At any given coordinate, attraction might attempt to maintain the balance of a nascent material form for a trillionth of a second, only to collapse abruptly into a violent repulsion that shattered all coalescing energy back into nothingness. The speed of light was not a constant upper limit but a variable oscillating between infinite velocity and absolute stillness, rendering the transmission of information a failure at the very moment of its birth. This extreme chaos possessed no aesthetic beauty—only a cacophony of logical static, where fractured geometries and broken mathematical runes ground against one another, producing a sense of "logic overload".
After uncounted spans of spontaneous fluctuation, this chaos finally triggered an unprecedented physical phase change. When the density of primordial energy at a specific singularity crossed an unspeakable threshold, a grand and irreversible gravitational collapse erupted. This process was akin to a billion suns imploding simultaneously, creating an extreme pressure that dragged even the unformed timelines into the abyss. The disordered energies, broken instructions, and chaotic noise were forcibly pulled toward a single center by an absolute, irresistible gravitational force. In this cataclysmic collapse, the "noise" was smoothed by immense pressure, and logical debris was compressed into an ultra-dense state, eventually condensing into a mathematically perfect sphere—the "Cosmic Egg".
The Cosmic Egg served as the first sanctuary, shielding the interior from the frantic sea of noise laws outside, while simultaneously acting as the most profound prison in physical terms. This absolute gravitational shell, forged from energy of infinite density, was thick to the very limits of physical meaning. It successfully barred the intrusion of external chaos but at the cost of plunging the interior space into an eternal, deathly equilibrium. The edge of the shell presented a texture of absolute smoothness; any energy attempting to strike the inner wall was met with the refusal of physical constants, for the shell itself was a physical boundary composed of the most fundamental, extremely compressed logic.
Inside the shell, physics manifested as a stillness that would make the soul tremble. This was a state of absolute time stasis; where gravity reached infinity, time no longer flowed like a river but resembled a heavy block of lead frozen at absolute zero. There was no warmth of a "past" and no preview of a "future"; every moment was locked in an infinite, solidified "now". The texture of space itself underwent an alienation, evolving from a light, transparent void into a viscous, oppressive fluid that was nearly impenetrable. This medium was billions of times denser than the hardest diamond, forcing every microscopic fold of space to be smoothed out.
Under this extreme pressure of density, photons became prisoners of gravity. They could not traverse space freely as they would in later ages, for every path of propagation was folded into extreme cycles by the gravitational field. Faint light was bent into closed, eternally oscillating Mobius loops, performing endless cycles within an infinitesimal scale. These imprisoned photons were like fireflies trapped in dark amber, maintaining a weak and desperate pulse within the stagnant medium, unable to illuminate the darkness or be fully extinguished.
Despite the internal silence, at the physical center of the Cosmic Egg, there drifted uncounted "mathematical rune waves". These runes were the remnants of the primordial source code, spared from total destruction during the collapse. They undulated slowly within the viscous medium, emitting a dim, sacred blue-purple light. These runes were not life, but the debris of the universe's foundational logic, weaving together in complex, fractal patterns to maintain a final shred of logical dignity under the crushing weight of gravity. They traced unstable polyhedral outlines in the void, presenting a cold, geometric beauty.
This perfect, spherical confinement locked all internal information into an eternal closed loop. There was no exchange of entropy, no increase or decrease in information; it was a perfectly symmetrical system where every increment of energy was precisely imprisoned at its designated coordinate. The Cosmic Egg held within it primordial mass-energy sufficient to destroy worlds, yet it remained like a fossil at the bottom of an abyss, maintaining a balance that would not shift by a single microsecond amidst absolute darkness and oppression.
In this state of ultimate stillness, the Cosmic Egg exhibited a dehumanized grandeur. There was no vibration of air, no transition of heat or cold—only the mechanical pulsing of mathematical runes at a microscopic level. The shell walls acted as a gargantuan mirror, reflecting all internal energy waves attempting to escape, causing them to flow back 100% toward the center. This backflow of energy accumulated over eons of stillness, driving the energy gradient at the central singularity to a terrifying peak.
At this moment, the Cosmic Egg was an entity of paradox: the pinnacle of order born from a matrix of chaos; a state of infinite compression containing the potential for infinite expansion; a tomb of time that was soon to become the cradle of all things. Deep within this frozen silence, the mathematical rune waves surrounding the center began to produce a resonance triggered by the extreme pressure. Though the Great Observer had not yet opened his eyes, the precursor to the "Singularity Heart" was already faintly taking shape under the weight of absolute density, waiting for that moment—an infinitesimal sliver of a chance appearing amidst the birth and death of countless logical cycles, a threshold of possibility so minuscule that it remains hidden within a sea of calculations spanning across an eternity that no count could ever encompass.