Intermezzo I
In the beginning, all existence was an egg. Time, space, and feeling swelled inside of it like a raging ocean. The ocean roared against the inside of the shell, around and around until it formed into the body of a great Crafter dragon who was wise and full-grown the moment it opened its eyes.
The dragon’s name was Andor.
As Andor floated in the egg, he dreamt of nothing.
Andor simply was. His body was a storm in a void.
When Andor opened his eyes, he knew the egg would not hold him and he did not want to be held. Using his long claws, he poked holes in the egg’s shell, breaking free.
The gush of fluid from the egg escaped, and Andor flew into the void.
Time stuck to him like embryonic fluid, but the sudden rush separated it from him and it filled the space in the nothin
