Within the realm of chaos was a subtle string of strangeness. Glimmering like silk beneath the radiance of moonlight. It twisted upon itself entangled around ill-defined droplets of essence that drifted in the void.
It was Truly an Art made of madness...
Until a spark ignited the world with desire to consume all. There was no sin. And so came the first: Gluttony. All that exists shall one day end, to be devoured by what comes after.