It started with a nightmare and a daydream, hate and desire, end and beginning. It started with the dark, eternal damnation, and with the light, eternal hope. The dark was jealous, the light was greedy, and they took refuge in a world of nothing. Only the dark and light existed in a universe absent of time, absent of breath. That universe was small, silent, and the dark and the light clashed, a war of imbalance. The war was endless, and the dark and light grew weary. Loneliness enveloped the alignments.
What was there to fight for, in a world of nothing?
What was there to live for?
The dark and light questioned their meaning of existence.