PRELUDE.

Before time had a name, there was only the Pulse.
Bound by absence, thrice, one beat.

~On the first, it birthed Chaos:
the threads of essence.

~On the second, it birthed Order:
the weaver of existence.

On the last, it birthed Soul:
the meaning of life.

And thus, the fabric drew its first breath.
Its flicker lost in the stillness of silence.