Untold Tales

Why spill their blood? The journey of a God toward simplicity— toward the origin of all things. Time is nothing but a tool. I alone balance all else. Yet behind the veil of all beginnings, a hidden figure schemes. Perhaps the greatest mystery is not who stands behind it... nor why. For he who walks the Nameless Path has neither beginning nor end. His Dao is Nameless. His path gazes down upon all things. For there are countless Daos within the World. But before the Daos, there was nothing. And from Nothingness came Everythingness. From Everythingness came existence. From existence came the countless paths. And from those paths came the countless Daos. But the Nameless Eternal did not walk any of them. He begot them. His throne is lightning. Time is but a footstool beneath him. Chaos is his loyal servant. Stars are the cloth that adorns him. Moons and suns revolve around his existence. He does not follow the Dao. The Dao follows him. His will is eternal. His rule is to dominate. For there is none above him, none beside him, and none beyond him. Yet whenever the World reaches its end, his incarnation must fall. And when his incarnation dies... the Nameless Eternal awakens. Not at the beginning. Not at the end. For he has neither. He simply returns to the World through another incarnation, and the cycle begins once more. But... Is it truly that simple this time? When the incarnation dies, an anomaly appears. Something that should not exist. Something that was never part of the cycle. The Nameless Eternal awakens. But so does the incarnation. And this time... the incarnation awakens far stronger than before. Two awakenings. One existence. One anomaly. And perhaps, for the first time since Nothingness became Everythingness... the cycle itself has begun to change. He who stands above all else... is the Nameless Eternal.