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Before the Titans screamed into their fractured flesh,

Before the stars were born and bled across the skin of time,

There existed a rupture in the fabric of the life

A formless pulse, a paradoxical breath,

A drifting thought with weight like fate, too loud to be destroyed.

It birthed no light

It cracked the line where form is ultimately made.

Not forged in fire, nor shaped by hand,

From this breach all myth took their seeds

Not by design, but split and forever freed.

Through the clash of being and what’s always undone,

I rose, I Chaos, older than THE SUUUUUUN

No shrine contains me, no name controls me.

I dwell in the gaps and swallow whole dimensions.

I do not build. I do not bless.

I am not the savior

I am the original fracture.

No shrine contains me, no name controls me.

Before the Titans screamed into their fractured flesh,

Before the stars were born and bled across the sky

I existed long before the flame, before the Fates spun thread before the River bore names.

I am not bound by Chronos hades Nyx.

I am the contradiction that birthed all of existence.

I am Chaos the omnoptitent; Do you SEE

And I am always watching,

Inside Chaos and Eternity