Before time learned how to breathe, before stars found their voice in the silence of the abyss, there was only one truth—the void remembers everything.
It is said that the universe was not born from light, but from a fracture. A tear in nothingness, where something dared to exist. And in that moment of defiance, existence itself became a curse.
The ancient texts speak of a name—one that should never be remembered.
Gideon Goddard.
A being not forged by gods, nor raised by mortals. He was something else entirely. A mistake… or perhaps a design too complex for even creation to understand.
And so the world was built to contain him.
But worlds do not last forever.
And neither do cages.