For a world to exist in the long river of chaotic current, there must be a 'Support'.
A 'Barrier' that will shield the 'Existence' and 'Void' inside of the world from the 'primordial chaos' and the collision of all that reside inside that boundless chaos.
Resisting the powers and insanity of the 'Primordial Chaos' is not an easy task.
The 'Creator' had to face the brunt of the 'Primordial Chaos' all by himself to carve out a new existence.
A field of imagination, where life grew and everything came to reality.
The 'Creator' and his 'work', his 'imagination' were 'partially' recognized by the primordial chaos; maybe even 'Chaos' itself had some plans for that fragile world, or maybe the hard work of the creator seemed amusing in it's eyes.
Nonetheless, Albeit partially, with the acknowledgement granted to him, the Creator once again got busy, and his efforts paid off greatly.
He considered his power 'The Power of Origin', and with that immense power he created a world so vast that even he lost track of it himself.
The world kept expanding and expanding; it brought a great smile to the face of the Creator... For him, this was his life's work after all; the more it flourished, the more happy he became.
Even though the 'Primordial Chaos' was constantly laughing and mocking his creations and demeaning his efforts, the Creator never cared for that.
He wanted to create a world of his own, a world where he could live as he wanted, or maybe even write a destiny for his own entertainment.
That's how the 'Origin' came to exist.
To create a destiny that could entertain him to the fullest, the Creator blessed the world with a self-working 'Origin'.
It was a power that could regulate and form stories of its own without needing the Creator to think of them all.
That's how the strings of destiny started to be weaved and how the laws of the world were formed and solidified; it was all to entertain a certain 'Creator' who loved his creations to the utmost.
He loved his creation so much that he was ready to go against even the mighty 'Primordial Chaos' for it; it was but a matter of life and dedication, a war for existence, reality, and imaginations.