In the beginning, there was nothing. “Nothing” defied definition or limit. Lacking any tangible measure or standard, there was only room for a single concept...more.

The single resident of infinity was an undefined, but ever expounding need; the need for balance to the absence.

There rang out through all that was, a singular and resonant tone; this marked the beginning of the First Age. During the First Age, time was birthed, and the first ‘breathing’ concepts sprung fully formed from the Ӕther. Upon the very first instant that time gazed out into the void, the universe loomed forth to be seen. Space and distance existed without bounds. This incalculable abstract began the process of creation anew, as matter sought to limit and define the vast, and as yet, non-descript reaches extended without end.

There is no creation that can exist without limits, for the nature of the universe is both two-fold and converse. Should infinity exist, then existence will strive to create boundaries. Should too many limits exist, then it is the nature of things to fall to entropy. These rules that govern all things were in their own right myriad and unquantifiable, and thus did all of creation strain in preparation for what was to come.

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The Second Age was the age of mortals; dawning when creation came to a head and the need for consciousness and free will was finally realized. In humanity was the universe itself reflected. As dictated by their nature, they would seek to destroy all that existed around them, but too would they feel the need to build great works together in a constant crusade towards immortality. Mortals embody the whole of shaped creation, and thus were meant to shape it themselves.

Humanity came to know their creators through their own nature. As they grew they rescinded and denied parts of themselves, calling it sin. Yet humanity could never escape their nature, which led them ever onward in their quest for self-destruction. They, in every aspect of their lives, embodied the continued battle between the forces that had spawned them. Until, though, they called up to the heavens and uttered forth prayers to their new deities, they had not yet fulfilled their purpose. In naming their benefactors did they set limits upon them, and the symmetry inherent in the universe asserted itself once more.

One of these newly named “gods” came to be known as the All-Mother, Torla. She was hailed as the goddess of the modern age, and a fount of knowledge. All that is civilization was shaped in her image. The arts and sciences were her children, as surely as was humanity. A benign and loving mother, she was praised on high as all that is good in man and woman kind. Her converse, her brother, a creature of eldritch design, was lost in the annals of time, his disciples all victims to his very nature.

The ascension through the second age was of all gods, and none, but at its pinnacle one age passed and a new was delivered. It was the Age of Order.