Disorderly Lines

In the unknown beyond the unknown, there is no light and no darkness; disorder and chaos envelope everything and everything beyond everything. The mist that has been lingering since ancient times has gathered and dispersed, dissipated when civilization arose, and shrouded when destruction came. It has no origin and no end. There are unknown and secret beings hiding in the mist, looking at the world with malicious eyes; within everything that is not transcended, in the abyss of the mist, there sleeps the unknown things that live forever and die, and are ready to move in the surge of mist. Outside the fog, there are scattered weak and ignorant civilizations. The chosen ones plunge into the fog in the unknown, trying to establish order amidst the endless and chaotic malice. Deep in the mist, an unknown existence opened its eyes...