The spark expanded, an unfathomable burst of dimensional energy colliding and fracturing into infinite pieces. This cataclysmic event gave form to the first tangible forces: Laws. Invisible and eternal, the Laws spread outward, shaping matter, time, and space into something more. Fire ignited stars, water filled the endless oceans, wind swept across fledgling worlds, and earth gave stability to the universe's canvas. 

The multiverse unfolded in layers. Galaxies bloomed like flowers scattered across a boundless garden, each glowing with the essence of creation. From this chaos of birth came order—an order defined by the Laws. These forces, unseen but ever-present, became the foundation of all reality, shaping every aspect of existence. 

Some laws were Supreme, capable of transcending dimensions—Time that wove the past, present, and future into a seamless whole; Space that bent and folded to infinite possibilities; Chaos, the eternal enigma, thriving in unpredictability. Others, like Light, Darkness, and Sound, arose as Grand Laws, forces of nature capable of shaping entire worlds. 

But as the universe expanded, so too did the mystery of the Laws. Who decided that fire should burn, that water should flow, that wind should whisper or roar? Was there a purpose, or were these forces simply manifestations of existence’s whims? Across eons, great beings—Behemoths of the multiverse—rose to challenge these questions. Their mastery over Laws birthed civilizations, and their actions carved legends into the fabric of reality. 

Even among these legends, a concept emerged—God Sparks. Rare beyond comprehension, these were beings destined to master a Supreme Law above all others, earning the right to claim dominion over existence itself. One for Time. One for Chaos. One for each immutable force. 

If one were to calculate the odds, it would be beyond comprehension—one God Spark in trillions of lives. The sheer vastness of existence should have hidden these prodigies forever. And yet… 

Amidst the swirling majesty of galaxies, in a forgotten corner of the multiverse, lay an insignificant world. A blue speck amidst a sea of stars. 

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Earth. 

To the enlightened beings of existence, Earth was nothing more than a backwater planet. It lacked Essence, the lifeblood of cultivation, and knew nothing of Laws. Its people scurried about on their tiny rock, building towers of stone and steel, believing themselves mighty when they were but whispers in a storm. 

They lived lives of ambition and ego, seeking dominance over their fragile corner of reality. They made war, wrote songs, fell in love, and dreamed beneath the stars—stars they did not yet know were part of a far greater tapestry. 

On a beach untouched by time, where the sands shimmered like crushed crystal beneath a golden sun, lay a boy. The sky above stretched in endless shades of blue, mirrored by an ocean so clear it felt unreal. 

Kei. 

At thirteen, Kei was the embodiment of insignificance. He was neither remarkable nor remarkable-looking, a boy with silver-grey hair that fell messily to his chin and eyes that seemed to drift wherever the wind took them. He had no ambitions, no grand dreams. He simply… existed, as the waves lapped softly against the shore. 

Kei lay sprawled on the sand, arms folded lazily behind his head, a pair of battered headphones covering his ears. A faint hum of music—his favorite symphony—pulsed through the static-riddled speakers, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic crashing of the waves. The sound of life, of the world breathing. 

Thump…. thump… thump. 

The steady beat of the ocean blended with his music, a heartbeat that stretched beyond himself. Kei’s eyes drifted closed, and for a moment, he felt as if the world itself were a song—each wave a note, each gust of wind a chord, the warmth of the sun the melody that tied it all together. 

To Kei, the universe sounded beautiful. 

If one were to zoom outward from the little island—a jewel forgotten by time—Earth would appear small. A single speck of dust in an unfathomable cosmos. 

A planet that believed itself to be the center of everything, filled with people whose egos far outstripped their place in the grand scheme of things. 

Yet here, on this backwater world, existence stirred. 

And beneath a crystalline sky, on a beach that shimmered like starlight, a boy lay listening to the beat of life. 

...As well as his music, through a headset far too worn to be considered useful. 

Unremarkable. Insignificant. 

But some songs begin softly before shaking the heavens.