Chapitre 1: 1
Somewhere... Where there is everything and nothing... The beginning and the end.
If you look around this place, it may seem that there is nothing here. Only complete emptiness, without any source of light, information and "matter". If you look again, you can see bright lights like ball lightning, but without them, no matter how paradoxical it may seem. If you look a third time, you can see a riot of light... soft and warm, hard and cold, "bright and dark," good and evil...
And this can be continued countless times. Every time there will be something new. And everyone will see something different. Although at first glance it may seem like they are the same thing, in reality they will be different. Maybe not by much, maybe just a little bit... but this little bit is something so important that without it it's impossible to put the picture together.
This is how this place has always been... or not always? Who knows? But the very fact that this place was "unchanged" for many tens, hundreds, thousands, millions of years struck me to the core. And who knows how long this will last? Nobody knows, neither you nor I...
You can spend countless hours describing this place and talking about it. It's incredible in itself. But one day something changed...
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After an uncountable (or not) amount of time.
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In the space of a riot of colors, flows and energy, something happened. This "something" at first glance was insignificant, tiny, not worth even the slightest bit of attention.
One day a point appeared in space.
An ordinary point, but something was wrong about it. After appearing, she began to grow. Little by little, just a little, but indomitable.
Who knows how long this could have gone on? But at one point the growth stopped. The point became a ball. A ball the size of a tennis ball. After some time, the ball began to rotate clockwise. After some time, cracks began to spread from it. They grew and intertwined. This went on for a long time, but at one point the space collapsed. Where the cracks converged, it burst, like ice bursting under the feet of an inattentive traveler. Pieces of it fell like pieces of a broken mirror. In place of these pieces there was nothing visible, absolute nothing.

The moment the Mirror burst, all the streams and colors of this place rushed towards the breach. In a matter of moments, he disappeared. In its place a new space arose. It was as if nothing had happened. Or did it happen?
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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