Narrator:(Dramatic,confusion then dramatic tone)
"At the start of everything… there stood a being in between what is and what truly is.
His name? It was… [REDACTED].
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…Huh? What's this now? Something's bugging me...? I can't say the name?
I don't have… permission…?
Who am I even talking about?
Sigh… You've got to be kidding me.
But as the Narrator, I am contractually obligated to continue reading the script. As it's part of my job.
Anyways, let's continue from where we left off.
So–this being was in between what is and what truly is…
But what even is that, you may ask yourself?
Well, let's talk about what is first, shall we?
Now, consider what is as some sort of baseline for reality. All the necessary and normal stuff exists here–where logic, laws, and rules apply.
Normal stuff like the Earth, planets, galaxies, and our main universe.
Moving on, folks… let's talk about what truly is.
Imagine this as similar to the first–but everything that exists here is more fundamentally real, in a way.
Sounds bonkers, right? It is.
Everything in what truly is can be considered something that sees what is as a lesser self–a fragment of what it truly can be.
One could say what truly is sees what is as fiction, nonexistent, and a possibility that doesn't even exist simultaneously.
That's how vast the superiority of what truly is compared to what is.
Now this being… just stood there, in between what is and what truly is.
He didn't make himself or anything. He simply is.
As in, he just existed–without origin, past, present, or future.
Just standing there… in a "place" that can't even be called existence or nonexistence.
It's not even a place–it's a perspective.
Because "place" came way later, after him.
He stood there, from a superior perspective only known as 'The Penultimate Veil' –the highest possible, impossible, and not-possible perspective.
Observing… absolutely nothing yet.
B-b-but wait–if there was nothing yet, then how am I telling this story?
You may ask, dear reader…
Well, it's because a buddy of mine lent me some… information.
Gave me permission to narrate how this wonderful story even began, mate.
Anyways! Continuing the script–
He was observing nothing.
Not even the absence of void itself.
And after a while… just staring…
For who knows how long? Hours? Weeks? Months? Years? Centuries? Decades? Millennia?
Eventually…
He decided to make fragments of himself.
Fragments that would gain consciousness…
And become their own beings.
His sons.
Five of them, to be exact.
Their names? It's–
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Archivion,Tachyphosnox,The Founder,Nihilkenon, and finally Mythendros.
From "weakest" to "strongest" –
although the word strong doesn't really apply here.
It's more about the role they play.
How they keep the entire cosmology from collapsing on itself.
How foundational and necessary they are.
Technically?
They're all equal in importance–requiring all five to maintain the balance of the cosmology.
Shortly after the Sons were created, more fragments began to emerge from them… those fragments then gained consciousness and began crafting their themselves, and in that process–the end result was... a True God.
What's a True God, you ask?
Well…
A True God is a concept in its entirety.
Not an idea. Not a thought.
A fully embodied, living concept.
It spreads its roots across the framework, making their embodied concepts into aspects of existence–embedding them deep into the fabric of reality until those concepts become permanent, unchangeable laws.
But it doesn't end there.
More fragments emerged from the True Gods.
Pieces of their embodied concepts began to splinter off–
and those splinters didn't weaken them–they extended them.
Widened their reach.
Amplified their presence.
Those fragments began to materialize...
They formed structure.
They formed order.
They formed chaos.
They formed Home.
They created the cosmology we live in now.
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The Sons.
The True Gods.
They're not just part of the cosmology.
They're part of the framework itself.
Each one a crucial pillar maintaining reality.
After everything was eventually created–myself included–in the narrative layers where I dwell, far beneath the more superior layers...
This is where our story begins with an infant being born into the world known only as Vincent W. D. Ascenditus."