The First Word”
Before stars blinked awake, before the loom of memory and the tapestry of fate, there was only the hush. Not darkness, not void—just the sacred stillness of potential, infinite and unknowable.
Then came a tremor. A breath. A vibration that rippled through the hush.
And from that breath, the First Word was born.
No one knows what the Word was—not its sound, nor its meaning—but its echo shaped the bones of the universe. From it came time, light, sound, and the weavers who followed: Orla, Kaelen, and countless others, each shaping what came after.
But the Word did not disappear. It became a seed.
It lay hidden beneath the foundation of all things, buried in the core of creation, whispering to those who dared to listen.
One such listener was a child named Lior.
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