In the beginning, there was light. A gentle essence spreading slowly through the darkness. Like ink in water, it filled the void, blanketing the farthest reaches in its warmth, and soothing the chaos that would become life.
It was in these moments the heavens were born—an infinite expanse of everything and nothing. A place where the past, present, and future converged, and in their wake, several elements emerged; the forces of nature that would govern the new creation.
Together, they would bring an order that had long been denied, cleverly procuring an everlasting cycle of life and death that touched all things. With balance came harmony, and so life flourished. For aeons, a notion of peace prevailed throughout the infinite worlds below, but it was never meant to be.
For in the darkest shadows of the oldest realms, anarchy returned, slowly seeping through the seams of content and bearing temptation. Over time, light began to fade, the darkness spreading as greed and deceit were eagerly embraced.
But the light persisted, even as it was forgotten. Unable to be extinguished fully, a seed was planted—a final hope buried among the ashes of despair. There it waited, and waited, and waited. Until the dawning of a new age, when Aether would rise again...