I Am Sans

In an age of splendor, far beyond a thousand miles, above all things and beyond the mortal realm, even the gods were beneath him. His breath roiled throughout the cosmos. An immeasurable finger turned all things; another turned them into nothing. Thus the immeasurable became nothing, with no difference in measure. He could not be spoken of or described, and so all beings struggled to know his name. Some called him the End, others the Primordial Beginning. He is the legend of the eternal night, the ultimate and the only one, the existence beyond nothingness and chaos.