Before Heaven opened its eyes… there was only silence. A breath without form, a spark without flame. And from that silence, Chaos dreamed.
From that dream, the worlds were born — drifting like dust across an endless sea of nothing. Heaven rose above, radiant and cold. The Void stirred below, deep and hungry. Between them, light and shadow clashed, and from their union came life.
Man was born fragile, yet defiant — a creature that dared to question the stars. Beasts were born strong, yet bound — creations of Heaven's will, shaped by its law. One reached upward to challenge the sky; the other gazed downward to guard the earth. Their paths were different, but their fate was one.
Within every being lies a world. A Heaven above — bright or broken. A Heart that burns — steady or wild. A Void below — silent, waiting, endless.
The ancients called it the Chaos Realm —a reflection of the self, where mind, soul, and flesh converge. The wise learned to gaze inward and saw galaxies within their blood. Stars trembled in their thoughts, rivers flowed through their will, and mountains rose from their rage.
But such power was not meant for mortals. Each step toward Heaven drew its gaze. Each spark of creation stirred its wrath. For to cultivate was to steal from the divine —to mold one's own law in a world already ruled.
Those who reached too high were struck down by thunder. Those who reached too deep were swallowed by the Void. And those who reached within... found truth.
It was said that when a mortal's will outshines the stars of their Mind Sea, Heaven itself shatters. That when their Chaos World blooms, the heavens fall silent — for they have birthed a universe of their own.
Yet few ever reach that far. Most are lost to madness, swallowed by the storms inside. The rest burn out, leaving behind only fragments —ruined worlds within ruined souls.
Still, the cycle continues. Heaven creates. Chaos rebels. Worlds rise and fall within every living being. And somewhere, beneath the silent sky, a spark stirs once more —a soul on the edge of awakening, a will daring to defy the stars.
When the Mind becomes Heaven…When the Heart becomes Flame…When the Void becomes World…Then shall Chaos be born again.