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Before the birth of time and space, there was only the Will—a s̴̘̑ing̸̻̎u̷̬͊lar, perfect existence, limitless in power save for the boundaries of its own imagination. For an eterni̶t̷y̶ beyond comprehension, it existed à̴̦̣l̵͔̎o̵̩̒n̵͉̮̓é̵̱̘, its vast omnipotence accompanied only by an equally vast boredom.

Ye̷̮̠͌̾ḁ̸͌rning for companionship, it resolved to create other wills—beings with whom it could converse and share its existence. Yet, to its dismay, all that it could create were lesser, shadows of its own perfection. Their limitations only deepened its ̵̭̏͝l̷̗̀ó̵̠n̴̖̥͌̔e̴̻̾̚liness, and frustration grew within it like a storm.

In its despair, a new idea dawned. If it could not find joy in these creations, perhaps it could find fulfillment in their experiences. It resolved to craft a grand stage—a space for these lesser wills to occupy, and a flow of time so they might experience existence in sequence. With boundless creativity, it forged reality itself: a vast tapestry of space and time woven with its own essence.

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B̶u̴̠͘t̴̛̼ ̸̛̙t̷̩̚͘h̴̳͝è̷̙n ̴̛̤ċ̶̰a̷̻͌m̶͇̿e ̷̛̠t̸̨͒ḧ̶͕́e ̵͉̿ṟ̷̇e̴͔͇̓͘v̷͙̈́e̴̞̍l̷̻̄a̸̠̐t̴̫̓i̵̦͛o̶̤͛n̶̩̄.

As the source of all things, it was omnipresent and omniscient. It would know every choice, every thought, every event before it occurred. No creation could surprise it, for all was an extension of itself. The very foundation of its plan unraveled in the face of this immutable truth.

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And so, it made the ultimate decision. To escape its eternal solitude, it would relinquish its omnipotence and omnipresence. It would sever itself from its boundless perfection and step into the creation as something f̵i̸n̶ite, something capable of surprise, of joy, of sufferi̷n̵g̶. In that moment, the Will transformed, becoming The Primordial: a being of immense but limited power, the first and greatest of all wills, now a part of the creation it once transcended.

E̸̥̮͚͆̾͘n̷̡̠̰̏̈́̈ĵ̷̪̿͋ǫ̵͖̍͝y̴̰̙̾͝ ̵̮̃͌ͅm̴̨͔̮͝y̷̙̺̑̚͠ ̴̧͈̭̿̇s̴͍͘t̷͓̣͕̕o̶̰̜͐̾́r̷̡̰̰̈́y̶̫̣̐̅ ̶͕̒́̀