The screen is engulfed in darkness. Silence reigns, thick and absolute, until the familiar voice returns. It speaks softly, yet with an undeniable weight, as if it carries the echoes of a time before time itself.
"Long, long ago, before reality took its first breath, before the ticking of time shaped the fabric of existence, there was only the Void. In this stillness, this timeless expanse, there existed a race unlike any other. A race unbound by the constraints of what we now call the universe."
The darkness begins to shift, giving way to faint, ethereal shapes—glimmers of a realm beyond comprehension. Lights streak across the screen, forming a majestic and otherworldly plane bathed in a luminous glow. Gigantic structures tower over an infinite expanse, their forms ever-changing as if sculpted from living light. Rivers of energy cascade through the skies, flowing into crystalline pools that pulse with life.
"This was the Primordial Plane. A realm outside the bounds of time, a place where existence itself gained consciousness and took shape. From this plane, the first race was born—the Primodians, beings of unparalleled power and wisdom, beings that today we call gods."
The camera moves through this surreal landscape, revealing Primodians in their natural forms—resplendent beings of light, shadow, fire, and elemental energies, each radiating a presence that speaks of their immense power. Some soar above, wings of starlight trailing behind them. Others stride across the endless horizon, their forms shifting with the essence of creation itself.
"The Primordials were not born to conquer, nor to destroy. They were an extension of existence itself. Each represented a fragment of the universe's essence—light, darkness, fire, water, life, death, and more. They existed to know. To understand. To seek the answers hidden in the infinite corners of creation."
The camera approaches a colossal structure at the centre of the plane—a castle of pure white, its spires piercing the heavens. It radiates serenity and power, its walls adorned with patterns that shift and change like the flow of time. Inside, a grand council chamber awaits, where the most powerful of the Primordials have gathered.
The council chamber is vast, its ceiling disappearing into an endless light. The room is dominated by a massive circular table, its surface alive with swirling patterns of galaxies and stars. Seated around it are the Primordials, their forms inspired by myths yet distinct in their individuality. One resembles a warrior wreathed in golden flames, another an ethereal figure of ice and mist. One appears as a great serpent, coiled yet poised, while another is an ageless woman with galaxies spinning within her eyes.
Their voices clash like thunder, each debating, each arguing, their tones carrying the weight of millennia of knowledge.
"What more is there to learn?!" a towering figure of stone bellows, slamming his fist onto the table. "We have unravelled every secret. We are the essence of creation itself!"
"And yet, we are empty," counters a slender being of pure light, her voice calm but filled with sorrow. "What meaning is there in knowing all, if there is no more to know?"
The debate intensifies, their voices intertwining, their frustration palpable. The walls of the chamber tremble with their discord. Until suddenly...
A single hand is raised, silencing the cacophony.
The camera shifts, revealing the source—a young Primordial, his presence unassuming yet magnetic. His eyes, a blazing red like twin suns, hold a mischievous glint, and his lips curl into a calm, confident smile. He is Rudra, the newest among them, embodying the duality of life and death.
"Enough," he says, his voice cutting through the air with a strange, soothing authority. "If there is no more knowledge to be gained... then perhaps it is time we create something new."
A ripple of silence follows his words. The other Primordials turn to him, some sceptical, others curious.
"Create what?" asks the serpent-like figure, its voice a hiss of intrigue.
Rudra rises from his seat, stepping forward. He extends his hands, and two spheres materialize in his hands—one of radiant light, the other of consuming darkness. They hover, perfectly balanced, pulsing with a rhythm that feels like the heartbeat of the cosmos itself.
"We are children of existence," Rudra says, his tone steady, yet his fiery eyes glow with passion. "We are its consciousness, its power made manifest. But what is power without purpose? What is knowledge without growth? If there is nothing left for us to learn, then let us create something worth learning from."
The spheres in his hands begin to merge, forming a swirling vortex of energy—a chaotic dance of light and shadow. The chamber fills with its radiant glow, captivating the council.
"A new reality," Rudra continues. "A realm separate from our own. A place of infinite possibility. A place where chaos births creation. Where light and darkness intertwine. A place I call... the Universe."
The energy in his hands expands, projecting a breathtaking vision of the universe as he imagines it—galaxies spiralling, stars igniting, planets forming, life emerging in countless forms. The Primordials watch in awe as the vision unfolds, their initial scepticism giving way to intrigue.
"And what of us?" asks the being of ice, her voice cautious but curious.
"We will be its watchers," Rudra replies, his smile unwavering. "Its guardians. It's students. Every time it grows, it will give us new knowledge. Infinite knowledge. A purpose without end."
The council murmurs, their minds stirring with the allure of his proposal. One by one, they nod, their scepticism melting away. The being of light speaks first.
"I will lend my power," she says, her voice resolute. "Let there be light in this new realm."
"And I," says the figure of stone. "Let my strength shape its foundation."
One by one, the Primordials agree, their powers converging. Streams of energy—fire, water, wind, light, darkness—pour into the vortex, weaving together into a tapestry of raw creation. The chamber shakes as the universe begins to take form, a symphony of power and purpose.
As the camera pulls back from the council chamber, the voice returns, filled with both reverence and foreboding.
"And so, the Primordials united, their powers merging to create the first spark of chaos. From this spark, the universe was born—a place of infinite possibilities and infinite growth. A realm that would forever expand, giving birth to knowledge beyond comprehension."
Scene fades to black,and then a single dot of white pin point light appears in the middle of screen,The point of light explodes, erupting in a cataclysmic wave of color, sound, and energy. Galaxies spiral outward, stars ignite, and worlds form from the debris. The Big Bang radiates its magnificent energy across the screen as the camera pulls back to reveal the Primordials standing in their plane, watching in stunned silence. The swirling chaos of the new universe reflects in their wide, awestruck eyes.
The camera shifts to Rudra, standing at the center of the council, his fiery eyes watching as the vortex of creation expands, illuminating the chamber with a blinding light.
"But with chaos comes risk. With creation comes destruction. And with infinite knowledge... comes infinite consequences. For in their hunger for purpose, the Primordials had set into motion a chain of events that would forever alter the fabric of existence. And so it began. The first spark of chaos. The creation of something from nothing. The birth of the Universe."