Long, long ago—so far in the past that even ti didn’t exist yet—there was nothing. Not just an empty place, but sothing even more empty than emptiness itself. There were no stars, no sky, not even space or darkness. There weren’t even ideas like “ti” or “light” or “existence.” It was a world of pure “nothing.”
But in that endless “nothing,” there was one thing—sothing beyond shape, na, or aning. It had no body, no mind, and no soul. It was everything and nothing at once. It was not alive or dead. It simply "was".
And this strange, formless being made a decision.
It decided… to exist.
Since everything was part of it and it was part of everything, it gave itself a form. It chose to beco sothing—to be a being. And just like that, it beca the first thing to ever “exist.” The Creator.
That decision shook the empty world. A silent ripple spread across the void—if you could even call it that—and sothing began to appear. A door.
A massive, golden door.
It stood tall in the dark world, with glowing wings carved onto it. The door shimred faintly, like it was alive. But because the world was still full of deep darkness, the door’s shine was dull and hidden, like a treasure buried under the ground.
Then, sothing happened.
A feeling ca into being. It wasn’t a sound or a word or a thought. It was more like a feeling that touched everything, a command from the heart of existence itself.
"Let there be light."
With that, the golden door began to glow brightly, chasing away the darkness and showing its true beauty. It was tall, holy, and full of power. Slowly, the door opened.
From inside the door ca light—endless light that spread in every direction. And then, tiny golden particles floated out like mist. They weren’t shaped like anything. They looked more like golden fog, soft and glowing, full of energy and warmth.
This golden fog was the Creator, starting to take form.
But where there is light, there is also shadow. The mont the golden light appeared, it created a dark shadow behind it—a mirror of the Creator, but twisted. And from that shadow, another being ca into existence. The Creator wasn’t alone anymore.
For what felt like forever, the two beings just stared at each other. No movent. No sound. No anger. No joy. Just pure presence. They watched each other, not with eyes, but with their very essence.
And then, the golden fog started to shift.
It twisted. It turned. It curled and stretched. The fog was trying to take a shape—sothing real.
After many tries, it finally succeeded.
The fog ford into a huge, glowing creature. It had massive wings, sharp claws, and a powerful tail. Its mouth was filled with shining teeth, and its eyes glowed like tiny suns.
It had taken the form of a dragon. A golden dragon—majestic, powerful, and full of divine light.
And this was the birth of first true dragon, The dragon of creation.
This was why true dragons would one day be called “True Dragons.” Not because of how they looked, but because the very first form the Creator ever took… was a dragon.
But when the shadow of the Creator saw him take form, it also started to move. The shadow twisted and curled, slowly changing just like the Creator had done. And after a while, it took the sa shape as the golden dragon.
It beca a dragon too.
But sothing was very different. This second dragon didn’t shine with golden light. Its body was clear—like glass or mist. It had no color at all. Its wings were see-through, and even though it had the shape of a dragon, it looked like it wasn’t really there. Only its eye sockets glowed—filled with lights of all kinds, like stars spinning in empty space.
This was the birth of the second true dragon, Oblivion, the Dragon of Nullification—a being who could erase anything and everything.
The two dragons looked at each other. They had never learned what a fight was. They didn’t know about anger or hate or winning. But sohow, deep inside them, they both felt the sa thing—a powerful sense of rivalry, like they were ant to challenge each other.
So without any words or warning, they raised their claws, filled their fists with all their power, and punched.
Their huge dragon fists slamd into each other.
There was no sound, yet the world itself shook. That strike released so much energy that it beca the biggest explosion in existence.
That was the mont of the Big Bang—the start of everything.
The Creator’s punch was stronger. Oblivion took the hit and backed down. He accepted his defeat, but didn’t feel sad. Instead, sothing had changed between them.
From their clash, three major worlds were ford.
The first was the universe—the beginning of space and ti. Planets and stars began to form. Galaxies spun through space. Black holes opened. But still, there was no life.
The other two worlds were still forming in silence, waiting for their ti.
As ti passed, new ideas were born from the Creator’s will—things like thought, sound, language, and knowledge. These concepts started to shape the universe, bringing order to the chaos.
The Creator and Oblivion no longer saw each other as rivals. After that one battle, they began to feel sothing else—sothing like family. Even though they were so different, they were the only two beings in the entire universe.
Oblivion turned to the Creator and asked, “Why do I feel strange? Like sothing’s missing?”
The Creator looked at him and replied, “It’s not sothing missing… it’s loneliness. You feel it because we are the only ones here. There are no other beings like us.”
“But I have a plan,” the Creator added. “I won’t make just one or two new beings. I’ll create countless. Not just in this universe—I’ll make more universes, all connected together. I’ll make a multiverse.”
“But it won’t stop there. I’ll make sothing even beyond that—a place that holds all the multiverses. That’ll be the outerverse. And to keep everything stable, I’ll create rules… strong ones. I’ll call them the Laws of Physics. They will make sure ti doesn’t break, space doesn’t twist, and everything stays in balance.”
Oblivion listened, silent as ever. “You really think far ahead,” he said, his voice calm and quiet.
Since the Creator had complete control of the newborn universe, he could see how everything worked—how planets spun, how energy moved, how order ford from chaos. It gave him ideas—ideas for everything else to co.
He would make not just one universe, but:
* A multiverse
* A taverse
* A xenoverse
* A hyperverse
* A transverse
* And even outerverses beyond imagination
But just when he started thinking of creating life, a warning ca to him.
He could already sense what kind of creatures might be born from the other two worlds that had been created alongside the universe. Creatures that would not obey him. Beings full of chaos and hunger, who would try to destroy everything he made.
So the Creator made a decision.
"Before creating"Life
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