The first sound of the cosmos was not a decree, nor a divine song—It was a question.
A question too sacred, too devastating… for any soul to dare answer.
And in that very moment—All that was, all that is, and all that would ever be… awakened.
The universe was not born of fire or fury,but of a trembling resonance no ear could perceive.What some had come to call The Primordial Voice was not a god,nor a law inscribed upon the bones of matter—It was not even power.
It was something far more profound:An emotion beyond form.A nameless sentience that rippled through the abyss of nonexistence,carrying within it a single, ineffable inquiry:
"Who am I?"
Sylos Starlost opened his eyes to an infinite void.But it was not darkness that greeted him—It was absence.A profound, unbearable absence of all things:light, matter, motion, time… even memory.
And yet, he remembered something.Something that had never truly happened.Something ancient.Something that pulsed behind the fabric of his very being.
Then came a voice—Not through sound,but as a wave of awareness that struck directly into his consciousness.
It bore no language, no accent, no form.And yet he understood it completely,as though it had always spoken from within him.
"You endured not because you were strong—But because you alone had the courageto listen to what others could not even name."
Sylos rose slowly, weightless in an expanse untouched by gravity.There were no stars.No ships.No allies.No enemies.
Only a single object emitted its own silent brilliance:A fractured, glowing core, shaped like a heart—embedded deep within his chest.An Anchor Memory.A relic from before thought.Before identity.
When his fingertips grazed its surface,his mind was unshackled—and an overwhelming deluge surged through him:
The ruin of countless wars
A voice that once called his name with warmth
The hollow ache of losing something he never possessed
And a single phrase, spoken by a voice he could no longer name:
"If ever that Voice finds you,do not respond with silence.Listen—wholly, fearlessly, completely."
His gaze lifted again, into the vastness of the void.He did not possess the answers.But he now held something far rarer:
The will to seek.
"I may not understand…but I will not run anymore."
Then, it spoke again.Not from beyond—but from within.
"Begin with fear…and you will come to know:The most terrifying force in the universeis not what lies hidden among the stars…but the truth you've hidden from yourself."
Thus began the first journey:Feared to Fearless A pilgrimage not of the body,but of memory, loss, and becoming.
He was not "the chosen one."He was not foretold in prophecy.He was merely—the one who remained.
Not to reshape the universe…but to remember what it once dared to bebefore silence consumed all things.