There is no sky.
No earth.
No sound, no shadow, no memory.
Only a boundless deep—formless and silent—stretching in every direction like the dream of a world not yet imagined. Darkness rests over the waters like an ancient shroud.
And then…
A presence stirs.
You sense it before you understand it: an infinite mind, both intimate and immeasurable.
Its attention turns toward the void.
A single intention surfaces.
Creation.