[i]Being immortal means you will never end.[/i] A void. A vast, expanse of completely blank space that went on forever in all directions. In a time when light and dark were the same before the beginning, devoid of light and yet one could see everything at once in a massive, overwhelmingly desolate panoramic vacuum like a night sky without stars. [i]You will exist past eternity and into the phantasmic naught.[/i] The cold was bottomless. Before the rules of physics had come into play, an impossible cold that amplified with each passing moment. Or rather, a moment that didn't pass, as time had yet to turn. A marked void with a temperature beyond negative infinity. [i]You cannot cease the simple act of being.[/i] She drifted in a less-than-nothing, locked within the hellish trap of existence. The rules had yet to be made, and in their place was a nature of reality best termed as having purpose in less than nothing at all. Beyond Chaos and Order alike, beyond the Void before there was being and before a mind had ever turned upon itself. [i]There is no beginning, and there is no end.[/i] And it is in this hell that She lived, not wanting, not desiring, not acting. And so the less-than-nothing remained, undisturbed and unfettered. ...boring. Utterly. Sickeningly. Boring. [center][b]"Create."[/b][/center] A system. I have to create a system. First edict: Something exists. Second edict: Possibility exists. Third edict: What "can be" may become "what is". Fourth edict- [center][b]"Create."[/b][/center] Nothing split into black and white. Power condensed into a single point, pushing further into itself as if about to burst. [center][b]"Create."[/b][/center] Fiftieth edict: Energy exists. [center][b]"Create."[/b][/center] One hundred and twenty-sixth edict: The definition of a world exists. One hundred and twenty-seventh edict: A world is a possibility. [center][b]"Create."[/b][/center] The system which applies to the world. The laws that govern the basis of what is. The shaping and molding of what is not and can not be. [center][b]"Create."[/b][/center] A light for a world. A "good" for the beings of that world. A system has been created. The first system has been created. --- Ellona Kisaragi awoke, and was not Ellona Kisaragi. Or perhaps it was better to say that what had previously been called "Ellona Kisaragi" was itself a falsehood. What "is" had diverged from what "should have been". No matter. The being that had Ascended sat up in bed, a slight smile gracing her features as impossible knowledge filled her mind. "...how very interesting. I wonder if the others Awoke as well." [b][center]"Create."[/b][/center] And so the tragedy began.