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Chapter 1 - The Primordial Dragon and the Birth of the World

In the beginning, there was nothing—

not emptiness, not silence, not even existence.

Then it appeared.

A dragon.

Its body stretched endlessly like an Eastern serpent, lined with countless centipede-like legs that grasped at nothing. From its back extended vast wings—not of flesh, but of shifting text, symbols that wrote and rewrote themselves, forming truths that could not be fully understood.

Its head, however, was that of a Western dragon—solid, defined, a paradox against its unknowable form.

It was the embodiment of:

The Unknown

Chaos

Truth

And it named its domain:

The Abyss

A primordial void where all things existed as an endless ocean of chaotic unknowns—every possibility, every truth, every lie, all unformed and intertwined.

The First Creation

For an immeasurable time, the dragon existed alone.

Until one day—

it grew bored.

Desiring something not chaos, it reached upon itself and tore away a single scale.

It placed this scale upon the surface of the Abyss.

And it expanded.

Endlessly.

Until it covered the entirety of the chaotic ocean, forming the first foundation of existence.

Where the scale rested, chaos began to settle.

And from that settling, the first elements were born:

Earth came first, sinking downward, forming the land—the foundation of all that would stand.

Water followed, spreading across the earth, becoming oceans, rivers, lakes, and all flowing things.

Air emerged next, moving freely, becoming wind, clouds, and storms in the sky.

Fire rose upward, beyond the clouds, igniting into the Sun and the countless Stars.

And finally—

Mystery.

The last element.

It did not settle in one place, but instead seeped into everything.

It became:

Magic

Miracles

The unknown within the known

The Birth of the Moon

The dragon gazed upon its creation.

For the first time—

it felt something new.

Not chaos.

Not truth.

But something it did not yet understand.

Awe.

And from that feeling, it shed a single tear.

The tear drifted upward, rising past the skies, past the winds, past even the burning stars—

until it took its place beside them.

There, it transformed.

Into the Moon