The Chaos stood before me, its form flickering with the light of infinite potential.
I stared at the figure, the weight of its words pressing down on me. The Original Chaos. The primordial state before order existed. The source of all potential. It had come to offer me a choice.
"A choice?" I asked. "What kind of choice?"
The Chaos moved closer, its energy warm and welcoming. "The Emptiness is contained, James. The Silence is sealed. The network is at peace. But there is more to existence than peace. There is more to reality than order."
"What do you mean?"
The Chaos was silent for a long moment. Then it said: "I am the source of all potential, James. I am the raw material from which everything was created. The network, the void, the beyond—they all came from me. And now, I offer you
