PREAMBLE
I am the Chronicler,
Here are the records of this world's story,
In this book,
It will always be here, it always was, it always is,
Everywhere where it's needed,
To you who reads it,
I can see you,
In the vast library,
Read my words,
Learn from my truths,
Share my knowledge,
Father
Father | Creator | Maker | Constructor always was,
He walks,
In place no one sees,
He creates,
He creates worlds that contain worlds,
He does not care,
Mother does,
Mother
Mother | Caregiver | Protector is,
As long as Father creates,
Mother cares for it,
She spreads life,
And makes it blossom,
Never seen,
Always present,
Beginning
Father created the world,
Mother breathed life into it,
Chronicler was the first thing to exist,
Mother gave it the book,
To record | observe | keep,
To share the wisdom | mistakes of the first ones,
In the vast expanses before creation, there was no cold, no warmth, no light, nor dark. It wasn’t merely the absence of matter or energy, but the absence of any qualities or attributes. In this state, there was no space to inhabit, no time to measure, and no concepts to grasp. It was not even a void or abyss, for that implies it's something. It was the absolute lack of anything.
Then Father came and created. Out of this profound nothingness. He brought forth everything. His unfeeling hands moulded the expanse where all exists - space, stars, the land you walk upon, and even the voids where nothing else is. Then He made time, so that Mother’s creation could unfold.
And so Father left,
On His infinite journey,
Of making something out of nothing,
And then Mother came,
To give life to Fathers creation,
[…]
The end of beginning. Start of everything.