The Dreamer
All that is known is a dream. The sky and the earth, the sun and the sea, the beasts and people, all that has been done and is still to come. It is all part of the Grand Dreamer and her fantasy, for she is everything and yet not any of them, a collection of every potential for the coming eternity, all existence and nothing at all. A conflicted strife to which no rest seems near. However, when the weight of time grows heavy on her, she, as all things do, enters a deep slumber, and the discord settles unto harmony. But, her visions are more than mere images. They take shape from her being, sculpt from her very body. The stage for her reverie is the cosmos itself, and eons wane as scant moments till it is set. This spectacular grandeur is still a passing instant and crashes upon her wake as all things and all lives end. Though the splendor passes, the memory holds, and the wonders that were born are remembered the next dreaming. Slowly, the pieces unwanted are changed while the desired remain the same until the phantasm becomes that to which she never seeks an end to.
Existence and Void
All things and no things are the first distinctions drawn. It is from this point on that one half shall quests to prolong the separation while the other yearns to cease it. Void is empty, cold and desolate, bereft of joy, filling whatever crevice is not taken by its sister to tear it apart. Existence is brimming, a powerful entity that expresses reality. Void can only witness and suffer all that goes on around her and, for this, is envious of her sister. Worming her way deep within, Void ripped her sister in twine, forming the two clashing sides that shall war for eternity. They feed on one another yet only seek the other's abolishment, and neither shall ever relinquish. They are the forces of origin and destruction, the seeker of order and the bearer of chaos.
Creation and Havoc
Split from the same entity, the two forces struggle against each other eternally. Havoc, a powerful, fiery being that burned and writhed, fueled with hate and suffering. Creation, a calm and collected spirit, sought only peace and rest. This could never be found as her brother endlessly attacked her, collapsing the fabric of her being, but, once unmade by her brother, she would only renew herself. They were deadlocked. Time passed, and, though Havoc was the larger and more powerful force, there were periods where he grew weary and his strength waned. Order would amass during his rest, but he would strike again, shortly, with more than ever before, bringing an era of turmoil until weakened and recuperation was required once more. The cycle would recur perpetually if Creation had not grown tired of the suffering. During one of Havoc's trances, her gentle nature was abandoned. Secretly, she forged a weapon of immense power and turned it upon him while his guard was down. Searing sparks were cast off into the heavens with each strike, where their fiery glow scorched into the celestial field. Her assault did not cease until she had cleaved her brother into eight pieces, leaving only a harmless stump. Although separated, the fragments still quarreled and attempted to mend themselves back to their original form, casting off an even fiercer burning hate. Knowing a great sacrifice was needed to prevent this, she formed the remnants of her brother into spheres and spread them apart. Then, dividing herself into seven parts, encompassed the vessels of desolation, sealing them with her body. She was neither powerful nor large enough to restrain the final eighth piece, and thus it was allowed to blaze unhindered. Exhausted her endless battle and labors, she entered a deep sleep as her mother before her, escaping her pain through repose. Havoc, however, would grant her no such serenity, and his ire seared from above and clawed from below, seeking release and revenge. No matter how much he burned, he could not free himself from Creation's prison, but his struggling led to unforeseen whim of fate.
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