Chaos had no measure of time. There was no alternation of day and night, no means to measure long or short. Even "passing" was an illusion.
Darkness was solid, stillness absolute. Only a speck of light hung in the depths of the void, like the spiritual essence of Chaos itself, breathing in and out.
The spiritual essence condensed into a core the size of a fist, golden markings appearing and disappearing across its surface.
It had no consciousness, yet guarded the most primordial "Dao" of Chaos.
With each faint tremor, a wisp of spiritual energy escaped, so fine it could slip through the cracks of the void.
It trembled and trembled, countless times, until suddenly, deep within Chaos, something began to "move."
That
