The Realm Beyond All Things

There is a place no god has walked,

No demon has crawled,

No soul has dreamed.

It exists outside of time, beyond form, where light and darkness are but shadows of breath,

where even Ginen itself is silent.

In this realm—not a place, but a truth—there exists One.

The One Who Spoke

He is not called by name.

For His name is older than sound,

Deeper than silence,

Vaster than thought.

"Let there be light," He once said—

And stars tore themselves into being.

"Let there be darkness," He whispered—

And the void became womb.

It was His voice that shaped the first thread of spirit,

That spun angels and devils from the same divine loom,

That spoke time into rhythm,

And death into mercy.

The Alpha and Omega

He is the First Thought.

The Final Witness.

He is not worshipped—for He requires nothing.

He is not feared—for He is the source of all fear and all love.

Every god and every demon, every realm and every echo,

is but a ripple cast by His breath.

He was before the Lwa.

Before the Hive.

Before the first hunger, and the first hope.

There shall be none after Him.

A Stirring in the Eternal Silence

And now—after eons unmeasured—He stirs.

Not in wrath.

Not in pity.

But in curiosity.

He has watched Zion, bearer of divine and demonic flame.

He has seen Ginen awaken, and mortals rise into power even gods tremble before.

And so, for the first time since existence bloomed,

The One who spoke life… prepares to speak again.

Not to create.

Not to end.

But to ask a question even eternity must answer