Adan

The beginning was a void.

Nothing ended when time began. With time, a confluence of energies coalesced, and beings became aware.

One such being was Adan.

There was a great length of time while the physical matter of the universe was coming together, breaking apart, and being destroyed. In that chaos, stars and planets and nebulae came to be.

When Adan was tired of drifting, he began to create.

Twin worlds caught his attention, whirling around their sun like battling children. He calmed their instability over an incomprehensible amount of time. His meddling, however, caused a fascinatingly curious thing to occur.

The worlds gained sentience of their own. No, more than that.

Their power was much less vast than his, but they began growing from the bickering rocks into beings of their own. From his modal, they appeared as celestial beings with a voice, thought patterns, and existences of their own. They could inhabit and create upon their worlds as they saw fit. With an effort, they could even speak with Adan himself. Their patterns were as chaotic as the universe around them, and he rarely answered. Still, they knew who and what he was, though concerned themselves with their own matters. He named them Bal and Tyr.

Adan was amused.

He watched for a great long time.

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