Origin

Since Dawn Since Night. Since Dawn Since Past….
When there was no dawn nor night, no Heaven nor Earth cut by a horizon.
Was the Chaos. Silent and Dark. The High Mess.
Since Dawn Since Night. Since Down Since Past, was the Ocean. Endless and timeless. The First Waters.
Noun Apsou Chaos Narayana Tiamat Muspilheim. Whatever your name was. You were. Not Void. An Absence of every single thing. But a messy abundance. Erratic. A huge blend. A very alive and vivid Void. Swarming with thousands of hundreds of invisible and indivisible particles.

Invisible.

Indivisible.

The oceanic Chaos danced before the Greater Whole was born. The messy Ocean moved from an eternal undertow. Intertwined. Internal. Inseparable and indefinable coexisted. All-out. With no public nor will. In a very messy abundance. Or where they inanimate? Waiting for the Big Beginning. Standing still in the darkness. Blended in endless times. Not at war with the order but in a perfect harmony with the patient promise of tomorrow. Immobile in a moving stillness.
Hanging or tourmented, everything was there. Indescribable. Imperceptible. Ready to burst.
When. All of a sudden. This timeless space. This sudden made time and space. All of a sudden, this empty Whole silently buzzed. The messy Ocean controlled its water. The oceanic Chaos had a body. It was like a wave. Something was coming to life. Someone? A divine essence. Only a divine essence was powerful enough to organise this ancient promise of tomorrow. Invisible and Indivisible. Inseparable and indefinable. In the Chaos’ oceanic particles. An immersion to be. A flooding to exist. Thousands of hundreds of particles sank in the dark in order to live. A water and shadow storm.
Utterly overwhelmed with rains and lakes which were not yet rains and lakes. They burst. Flooded by upcoming seas and clouds. They were one. Drowned by violent waters. They were multiple. The transformation was in order. They were everywhere. They were nowhere. The true Chaos of the first contraction before outbreak. They were life. They were a mourning thunder. Already coping with the First Day.
Giant.
And there was light!
Darkness brightened up. Dawn was born from the Night.
And there was Earth!
First waters had shaped a body. We could guess a structure drawing Life.
Atoum. Pan Gu. Partholon. Puruska. Nommo. Cipactli.
A bunch of sacred monsters dropped in a multitude of names. Unique yet. Born from the Grand Before. From the Ocean of Chaos. And with them thousands of hundreds of invisible and indivisible particles sorted in 4 primordial elements. In 4 prescient elements. Fire. Air. Water. Earth. Thousands of hundreds of invisible and indivisible particles. Divided. Finally. Without a visible conscience. Incomprehensible for the Sacred Monsters who had just born from them. Alone in the World. Featured with a New Conscience. Full of the Chaos he couldn’t make his.
Atoum. Pan Gu. Partholon. Puruska. Nommo. Cipactli. Was born.
Eager to create tomorrow. To sculpt this thousands of hundreds of invisible and indivisible particles with whom he used to dance inseparable and indefinable. Ouranos and Gaïa. In order to know them again. Chou and Tefnout. Only hoping for their company. Tiamat and Kingu. Perfectly unable to understand them though.
This Primordial Being. This Forst Sacred Monster. Had designed his own End. He had drawn his own titanic limits with the name he was given, with the body he was shaped. But always he was inhabited by Chaos. By Noun Apsou Narayana Tiamat Muspilheim. Whatever was his name.