Once upon a time, before time itself took shape, there was an infinite Void, a total and absolute nothingness. The Void, though devoid of any movement, was not without desire. In a burst of creation, a secret yearning, it concentrated its essence into a single point. And from this point sprang the Well of Wishes, an endless abyss where pure possibility rested, a place where the potential of what was and what could be intersected.
In the beginning, the Void had neither form nor consciousness. It was but a silent space, an abyss of inertia where the breath of nothingness whispered but one thing: a primordial wish. This wish, born from the depths of the Void, was both a hope and a mistake, a prayer cast into the darkness, asking for the birth of balance. But this wish, though silent, could not escape its destiny: to become the Well of Wishes, capable of giving life.
From this well sprang two opposing entities:
The Being of Light, the perfect figure of order and purity, seeking to create, to structure, to bring peace and clarity.
The Being of Shadow, the chaotic reflection of nothingness, whose will turned toward destruction, toward instinct, toward the invisible that escaped forms and laws.
These two beings, opposites yet intrinsically linked, gave birth to creatures, divided according to their natures.
The Being of Light brought forth pure beings, enlightened souls, luminous creatures who would follow order.
A page was turned, with a soft rustling of paper.
"*The humans?*" murmured a curious voice.
While the Being of Shadow gave birth to the monsters of darkness, wild and devastating beings, embodying instinct and chaos.
*Should we not call them beings of shadow instead?* it murmured, thoughtful.
But within them, a tragedy slumbered. Every light hid a shadow, every order a grain of destruction. The Well of Wishes had given birth to opposing beings, but through this duality, a question arose: could balance truly last?
Thus unfolded the beginning of everything. A dream, a prayer, a wish lost in the silence of the Void. A forgotten wish. A broken balance.
Written by: Elion Kline
A sigh escaped, and the book closed, revealing its title:
The First Wish
In a small, dilapidated library, where dust seemed to have been an eternity, a young boy with fine, delicate features stood up. His eyes, as deep and dark as ink, sparkled with a curious light, while his silver hair, slightly tousled, caught the faint rays of the sun filtering through the dusty windows. He took the book in hand, his gesture slow and respectful.
