Chapter 393: Tiamat The Primordial Chaos

I came into existence before understanding, before meaning. There was no light, no darkness, only an endless expanse—an abyss without boundaries. I was not born, I simply was. A being with no purpose, no direction, no context to grasp the essence of where I was or what I was supposed to be. The void around me offered no answers, only silence, a silence that stretched into eternity.

In those earliest moments, I wandered through the nothingness, my thoughts unformed, drifting between one unknown and another. Time had no meaning then. I was lost and alone, an entity without form or identity, unable to comprehend myself. Yet within the solitude, something stirred—a presence, an essence like mine but distinct, ancient in its own right, drifting through the same void.