With the brightest light came the deepest darkness.
That was the common notion—an age-old truth whispered among mortals as they tried to make sense of the world.
A concept born not from divine revelation, but from simple observation: light cast shadows, and brilliance invited obscurity.
It was a comforting duality, a balance people clung to.
But the truth was far colder… and far older.
Darkness had always been there.
Long before mortals. Long before stars. Long before time had even drawn its first breath.
In the beginning, when the void was vast and formless, darkness wasn't just present—it was everything.
It was the canvas upon which existence itself would be painted.
The absence before the presence.
The stillness before the first sound.
When the one who first imagined all things wove the threads of reality, darkness was the loom upon which that tapestry stretched.
Yes, mortals had discovered a fragment of truth… but only a fragment.
