Mosvilaf

In the beginning, the world was an endless chaos, with neither light nor darkness, neither beginning nor end. Everything is nothingness, eternal and silent. In this endless void, "He" was born. The first thing that came was the sound. The sound was like a subtle tremor, sliding down from the silent abyss, gently passing over the surface of chaos, like a drop of water falling into a dead lake, causing silent ripples. It is neither language nor a call, but something beyond understanding that seems to be declaring and recalling. What follows closely behind is light. It was a faint light, flickering in the endless darkness. It was so fragile that it seemed that it would go out at any time, but it was firm enough to tear apart the long night of nothingness. The arrival of light separates the chaos and lifts the curtain of darkness. It illuminates the abyss. It dispels nothingness. At first, the light was so weak, like a dying ember; then, it gradually bloomed, getting brighter and hotter. Like a rushing river, light pours endlessly into this void, bringing color, sound, and a strange warmth. The light pours down, gathering into countless trickles, flowing through an empty lake, stirring the calm water surface. Amidst the surging waves, something seemed to be gestating - seeds began to sprout, new buds broke out of the ground, and a bud that had not yet bloomed slowly stretched out in the chaos. At the same time, consciousness awakens. He didn't remember why he existed, but was attracted by the increasingly intense light. He opened his eyes.