Dawn Of Creation
At first, there was only the great emptiness of the Void, a silence so profound that thoughts could not stir in the silence. The Void was an omnidirectional nth-dimensional scale of infinity. From this void arose Nevermoon, the wellspring of all creative force. It was a spark — a brief, brilliant, but potent thing, as ephemeral as it was limitless. And this, at its very heart, was Nevermoon, its first light of possibility gleaming brightly in the dark, blossoming the Void into prospects.
But this possibility was primordial and tumultuous, searching for shapes and uses. Born of the very essence of Nevermoon, came the Editors; beings of boundless power and creativity. Each editorial editor represented a different facet of creation: narrative, cadence, disorder, inspiration, and reason. Thus the first great creation was brought into being: Kabbalah, the Tree of Stories, which grew and thrived from the heart of Nevermoon's power; its roots burrowed into the foundational strata of the Void, its branches punctured infinity.
Kabbalah wasn't merely a tree; it was an expression of everything that could be and will be. Its countless branches spun stories, each one a strand of life unique. These are the threads the Editors toiled to weave into coherent realms, and from these were born the founding worlds of Kabbalah. The terrarium was the domain of life—a vibrant, dense entity where tales of growth and resurrection grew. The Dreamlands was a place of boundless imagination where every possibility and impossibility, could be dreamed into reality, abstract ideas would constantly spawn and sprout within the Dreamlands. And thus did the Engine Room become the core of reality itself: a labyrinth of gears and cogs, of heavenly machinery, which regulates the balance and flux of existence.
Creation still could not be entirely rid of the Empty Canvas's influence. On the fringes of Nevermoon's glow, a silhouette started to form. Here stood Nyx, the embodiment of darkness, entropy, and chaos, sprung not from generation, but rather the inevitable churn of disintegration and destruction. Nyx was not a crafter; Nyx was a force; she was older and darker than the Editors themselves. She was not an opponent of creation, per se, but viewed it with skepticism, and fragility in mind, and asked about its purpose. "What is Order, Without Chaos?" she mused.
Kabbalah, in her eyes, was not only incomplete but a flat-out unfinished story that short-changed this necessary balance of life. Nyx's presence, at first, was mild. She studied the Editors at their task, attuning herself to the cadences of creation and the fallible gaps in their mighty schema. Then, tentatively, she began to bend the rules of Kabbalah. Her presence seeped like a whisper, hidden and omnipresent. Small blips throughout the Engine Room: sprockets stuttered, timestreams knotted, cause buckled under the weight of effect. Plants shriveled strangely under the Terrarium's glassy dome; once-blooming ecologies waned.
Not by accident, but to demonstrate the shares and flops in the work of the Editors. From her being, Nyx created a domain of her own: the Penumbra. It was a gloomy, wicked antithesis to the Terrarium, which would take a residency in the stories of decay, chaos, and dread. Negative plots that came from the Penumbra would question the canyon of their creation. Tales of pride, of falls, of endings, in whose vocal cords resided the brutal, grating sound of truth: Nothing is lasting. In a certain way, the Penumbra came to add negative elements and dreadful contents to the Kabbalah.
As the Penumbra spread, it started to seep into the other spheres, shifting the weave of Kabbalah with incremental alterations. The work of Nyx had not escaped the notice of the Editors. They stood at the heart of the Engine Room; their numbers causing the engine's roar to reach levels beyond its design. "The Darkness desires to unmake what we have made," said Lyra, one of the editors in the Web System. "She is not undoing it" - countered Mike, the Editor responsible for the group. "She is completing it. Creation cannot exist in stasis." Nothing can exist in a static state in perfection; creation requires "the genesis of change". This division of opinion among the Editors mirrored the conflict beginning to play out across Kabbalah.
In response to Nyx's growing strength, the Editors called forth the Cogwrights—mechanical beings of pure logic and precision. As guardians of Kabbalah, the Cogwrights labored around the clock to repair rifts and soothe the stories that flowed up and down the Tree. But this was a job without end, as each fix was met by more disruptions.
Nyx now understood that her powers were waxing, and so devised a truly audacious plan: the shaping of the Eclipse, one event to shroud all Kabbalah in shadow. In an Eclipse like that, narratives and existence would bend to her will and creation would scramble for its light. "And all that will be left will be the shadows in the primary webs" - she said suddenly, as her voice rumbled through the Penumbra.
As soon as the Eclipse started, its impact was immediate and savage: entire primary webs fell into a dark abyss, and the Tree of Stories started dying. The Dreamlands — once a realm of infinite possibilities — was now warped into a labyrinth of nightmares. Desert plots formed, as the Terrarium swoke wreak and wither. Even the Engine Room, which is the source of all life, nearly stalled out. It appeared as though Nyx had done it-her entropy consumed creation in one bite. But Nyx had miscalculated the Editors' resilience. They had predicted such an event and prepared for it.
In the Eclipse, they'd hidden shards of Nevermoon's Power Remnants, tiny portions of creation itself capable of bringing life back even in the absolute desolation. The void of the Eclipse was at its height and those seedlings began to awaken. From the shriveled boughs of Kabbalah, green shoots sprang. And life blossomed once more in the Terrarium but this time around it'd been different, sharper, and more iterative. The Dreamlands transformed — nightmares turned into stories of resilience, stories of hope.
Even the Penumbra transformed, now a place of balance between light and dark. After the Eclipse finally receded, Kabbalah would never again be the same. The Tree of Stories had grown strong, its roots curled tight into creation and destruction, wire wound around themselves. Editors finally realized and understood how Nyx functioned. Once the force of disarray, she was now knitted snugly into the fabric of a significant role in a grand story; her entropy was not a factor that would tear down the genesis of anything. It was her entropy that stirred and shaped the stories of the Kabbalah. Without her, the stories remain stagnant, wooden, and hapless. With her, they are dynamic, live with change, and are infinitely combinable.
Though shaken, The Editors accepted this new reality. They knew Nyx was needed, not just for their own sake, but to counterbalance what they were doing. Together they entered into a new pact — one that welcomed duality. The Engine Room returned to its rhythm — now cyclical, to reflect the cycle of creation and destruction." The Cogwrights discovered how to embrace this new paradigm — not to fight entropy, but to incorporate it into their designs.
Kabbalah was now a symphony of existence, not a Tree of Stories, but a tapestry woven of the threads of light and shadow.
Despite having survived a nearly fictional annihilation, the editors had to ensure something like this would never happen again, so they all gathered together to weave the chaos and darkness produced by the penumbra to add in the Kabbalah, mixing positivity with negativity. They realized they could get the perfect equilibrium between the two sides, and as long they kept weaving Nyx's darkness into the tree,