(Solomon's POV)
Every story begins somewhere.
A kingdom.
A family.
A war.
A dream.
We had always believed existence began with creation.
That before the stars, there was nothing.
Before life, there was silence.
Before reality, there was emptiness.
We were wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Because beyond the Door...
something existed first.
The Crack Opens
The wound in reality continued to widen.
Its edges burned with silver fire.
Not destruction.
Revelation.
The universe wasn't tearing apart anymore.
It was peeling back.
Like a curtain.
Like a lie finally being removed.
Beyond it stretched an endless darkness.
Yet the darkness wasn't empty.
I could feel movement within it.
Shapes.
Thoughts.
Eyes.
Countless eyes.
Watching.
Waiting.
Remembering.
The ancient being beneat
