Before time learned how to flow, before stars ignited their first light, and before the concepts of life and death had meaning, there existed only the endless silence of the Void.
It was not emptiness in the way mortals would later imagine. The Void was not merely a blank space waiting to be filled. It was a vast and immeasurable ocean of raw existence, a boundless domain where dimensions drifted like quiet islands in a sea of primordial essence.
At the very centre of this eternal expanse rested the domain of a being whose name would one day be whispered with reverence and awe across countless worlds.
The Infinite Dragon God.
Orpheus.
Her presence was quiet, unmoving, and absolute.
She existed as the embodiment of infinity itself, her consciousness spread across the endless Void like a calm and endless horizon. Time had no meaning to her, for time had yet to be born. She neither ruled nor conquered. She simply existed, drifting through eternity as the Void's silent sovereign.
Aeons passed.
Or perhaps only moments.
In the Void, such distinctions did not matter.
Yet even within a realm as eternal as the Void, change was inevitable.
From the swirling essence of existence itself, something new began to form.
At first it was nothing more than a ripple in the fabric of reality — a faint pulse of awareness emerging from the chaotic sea of primordial energy. Slowly, gradually, that awareness began to gather shape, purpose, and identity.
A consciousness was born.
It opened its awareness to the infinite darkness around it, sensing the countless dimensions scattered throughout the Void.
This being would later become known across many worlds by countless names.
Creator.
Lord.
God.
But in that first moment, it was simply a newly awakened existence, filled with curiosity.
Unlike Orpheus, whose existence was absolute and complete, this newborn being felt something unfamiliar.
Wonder.
It began to wander through the Void, observing the countless dimensional clusters drifting silently in the darkness. Each one was different. Some were small and fragile, barely holding together against the pressure of the surrounding Void. Others were vast, layered realms with complex structures that twisted through multiple spatial planes.
The young god explored them one by one.
He studied how the dimensions folded into themselves. He watched the movement of raw energy between them. He experimented with the flow of essence that naturally circulated throughout the Void.
For what might have been millennia, or perhaps mere seconds, he continued to wander.
Then he found them.
Three dimensions, unlike the others.
They were massive compared to the surrounding realms, each layered above the other like towering foundations in an invisible structure. The connection between them was deep and complex, their energies interacting in ways that fascinated the curious mind of the wandering god.
He observed them carefully.
The uppermost dimension was calm and quiet. Its structure was stable, its essence smooth and orderly, like a blank canvas waiting to be painted.
The middle dimension was similar empty, barren, yet filled with potential. It lacked any form of complexity but possessed a strange balance in its composition that made the young god linger in curiosity.
Then there was the lowest world.
The moment the god's awareness brushed against it, something deep within him stirred.
The dimension was dense.
Heavy.
Its atmosphere was saturated with raw, chaotic energy unlike anything he had encountered before. Dark currents of power flowed through its vast depths like endless underground rivers, twisting and colliding in violent patterns.
The god observed the realm carefully.
But the more he focused on it, the more he felt something strange emerging from within his own existence.
Something heavy.
Something uncomfortable.
The deeper he examined the realm, the more those feelings intensified. The chaotic energy of the dimension resonated with a part of his being that he did not understand, a darker echo hidden deep within the foundation of his consciousness.
The sensation disturbed him.
For reasons he could not yet comprehend, the god chose to withdraw his attention from that realm.
He simply… ignored it.
Instead, he turned his focus toward the other two dimensions.
They were empty.
Completely barren.
No motion. No complexity. No inhabitants.
Just silent worlds floating in the endless Void.
And yet, to the curious young god, they were fascinating.
They were blank.
Untouched.
Like two empty canvases.
A thought formed within his mind, simple and innocent.
What if he experimented with them?
With the curiosity of a child discovering a new toy, the god began to interact with the dimensions. At first, his actions were small. Gentle nudges of energy. Minor adjustments to the structure of the worlds.
He reshaped small fragments of their space.
He tested how the essence of the Void reacted when compressed or expanded. He twisted the dimensional layers into unusual formations, only to restore them moments later.
Each action produced new and unexpected results.
The god watched carefully, learning from every change he created.
He sculpted strange geometric formations out of raw energy, only to dissolve them moments later out of boredom. He experimented with the flow of power between the two realms, creating temporary currents that shimmered like invisible rivers.
Time continued to pass.
And with each passing moment, the god's curiosity grew.
He began to create more elaborate constructs, massive formations of condensed essence that floated through the empty dimensions like silent monuments. He tested how long they could maintain stability before collapsing back into raw energy.
Sometimes they lasted mere seconds.
Other times they remained intact for centuries before fading.
The results fascinated him.
But the god was not the only being who had noticed these changes.
Far below, within the chaotic depths of the lowest dimension, ancient entities stirred.
They were not creations.
They were not born.
They existed, much like the god himself.
These beings were vast, ancient presences formed directly from the dark essence that saturated their realm. Their existence was older than most of the dimensions drifting within the Void.
They were the primordial rulers of the chaotic world.
And unlike the wandering god, they were creatures of instinct and power.
When the god's presence brushed against their domain earlier, they had noticed.
Now they watched.
From the abyssal depths of the dark dimension, countless ancient eyes turned upward toward the Void above.
They observed the strange being experimenting with the upper worlds.
They felt the subtle movements of energy as he reshaped reality itself with casual curiosity.
The oldest among them understood something important.
This newcomer was powerful.
Dangerously powerful.
Yet at the same time… inexperienced.
He did not yet understand the deeper laws governing existence.
He played with reality the way a child plays with sand.
And so the ancient beings waited.
They did not interfere.
They did not reveal themselves.
Instead, they watched silently from the darkness of their realm, observing the wandering god and his strange experiments.
Above them, the god continued to explore his new fascination.
He created strange phenomena within the two barren dimensions. Massive spirals of energy that rotated endlessly. Shimmering fragments of condensed essence that reflected light that did not yet exist.
Some of his experiments failed.
Some produced unexpected results.
But with every attempt, the god learned something new about the nature of existence.
Unaware of it, his understanding of reality was slowly growing.
And with that understanding came something even greater.
Possibility.
For although the god believed he was merely experimenting with empty worlds…
The patterns he was creating were slowly moving toward something far more complex.
Far more profound.
A step closer to something that had never existed before within those barren realms.
The foundation of life itself.
And deep within the chaotic dimension below, the ancient watchers continued to observe the wandering god with growing interest.
For they could sense it.
A great change was approaching.
A change that would reshape the structure of existence across countless worlds.
And the curious young god, playing with his creations like an amused child…
Had no idea what he was about to begin.