Prologue
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PrologueThere is only darkness in this part of the Cosmos. A warm, seething broth of darkness, alive with unseen potential. Sparks and quarks fly, as time spirals inwards, trapping itself within a maze of unpredictability.
Within this inchoateness something is waiting to be born.
It collects energy, painstakingly nudging azimity into form. Slowly, patterns appear — tenuous repetitions that almost always fly apart again. But the ones that are strong remain, gathering identity and cohesion, layer upon layer.
It grows.
The embryo has no will, except for the will to become.
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