In the beginning, there was only chaos—a solitary flame that devoured everything around it.
A black flame, devoid of light, burning silently in the infinite void of space.
It was there, in that absolute nothingness, that the Great Creator gave color to those flames, granting peace to the chaos and life to the darkness.
He departed, yet the flame continued to burn.
On his journey, still trying to understand his own existence, the Creator saw nothing but darkness.
How was that possible?
No matter how far he traveled, there was only deep, endless blackness.
The farther he drifted from the flame he had pacified, the more the darkness swallowed him whole.
Frustrated, he had an idea.
He created a star—great, majestic, and resplendent—one that would illuminate all that darkness.
But now there was a problem.
The star had nothing to illuminate.
And so the first planets were born, different from those that would later form naturally.
