Imagine the world in zero dimensions. One point and nothing more. Imagine this point as an Ocean, infinitesimally small and with no inhabitants. Thus, there is one truth.
The Ocean’s Truth: Drink or drown.
Now the world is in one dimension. It is a line. This line is the Ocean point, now given length. Dots along this line form, representations, symbols of things that do not exist yet. We will call them Ideas. Formless, lashing out against existence with no will to call their own.
The Idea’s Truth: Existence is meaningless; lash out against it.
Until one fateful, faithful day, when the first Pattern was created. The first Pattern was to subsume everything it could touch, every dot along the line. Until the second Pattern was formed in opposition. Then the third, the fourth, so on and so forth. The Patterns warred against each other for an uncountable amount of time. The Ocean watched curiously.
The Pattern’s Truth: What is at war is healthy, and what is at peace is sick.
Thus, Infinity was contained within a single moment of pure desperation as the Patterns destroyed each other. But they subsumed each other, subsumed themselves, until they had created something beyond Patterns and Ideas, something that dared to reach up toward the level of the Ocean, even if it were not to get there. The Ideas were sewn into Patterns, and the Patterns sewn into Concepts.
The world is in two dimensions, and it will remain this way until the fateful, faithful day of the Critical Event. For now, imagine the world as a circle—a wheel. Along this wheel, this infinite Ocean’s impossible edge, are nine spokes. The nine Fundamental Concepts, which hold up the center of the Ocean.
These nine Fundamental Concepts are:
- Realm, the great idea of a world. It burns a bright red.
- Clock, the unstoppable passage of time. It ticks a dark crimson.
- Sense, the pure presence of observation. It feels a hyperbolic orange.
- Faith, the powerful belief of creation. It creates a pure yellow.
- Limit, the rigid stifling of infinity. It guards a strict green.
- Truth, the unmovable laws of reality. It speaks a rough cyan.
- Unity, the sewn bindings of ideas. It ties a welcoming blue.
- Cycle, the repeating nature of dimensions. It repeats a vague purple.
- Force, the unwavering direction of the tide. It sways a deep magenta.
And their truth is this, kept by the cyan laws:
The Concept’s Truth: What comes first will always be strongest, and what comes after must live to serve.
After the Fundamentals came Structural Concepts. The first Structural Concept was Form. Thus the Fundamentals utilized this first Structural, creating forms for themselves so that they could act with the Ocean and make a concept more than just theoretical. The second Structural Concept was Name, so when the Fundamentals created their bodies, they gave themselves names as well.
Realm chose first, thus she chose the simplest. The Realm Goddess. She decided on the form of a blinding star, a Sun above all else. Next, Clock chose the name of the Beast. A simple title, easily feared. It decided on the form of a titan, resembling both a statue and a wild animal. Sense chose the form of an infant, the fleshtree Yggdrasil sprouting from its forehead as it dreamed infantly—and it called itself I, Turn. Faith chose its pure form, but surrounded itself with something similar to a chair, calling itself the Throne. Limit split into nine, creating things it called Centurions, each one stationed at a different spoke along the wheel, to enforce infinity. Truth sat down in the middle of the Ocean and turned into stone. It chose no name for itself. Similar to the one before them, Unity chose no name, but chose a form similar to the Realm Goddess, one pulsating like a heartbeat. Cycle chose a recursive form and infinite names—though they are commonly referred to as the Exolvunt. Force chose the form of a four-headed four-willed thing with the title of the Tetragrammaton. They seemed to like the number their name bore resemblance to.
The nine spokes of the wheel, given Form, decided a collective name for themselves. The Demiurges. So they too had a truth, written in stone.
The Form’s Truth: Reach heaven through violence.
The Demiurges created the center of the Ocean, molding a Land which they could walk on. The First Tide hit the beach, and the Realm Goddess was the first to touch the sand. A great kingdom–a sort of Courtyard—was made, but the Demiurges did not all agree with each other. The Realm Goddess had created a sister, Cloudy, who kept a well in the center of the Courtyard and was very protective of it. The Demiurges were annoyed over Cloudy’s protection of the well, but she was very kind beside that, so they glossed over it. However, the Beast was incredibly violent, and none of the Demiurges were particularly fond of them. The Throne sat in comfortable silence beside Truth, the two exchanging minimal conversation. The Centurions ignored the Land and returned to the spokes of the Ocean-Wheel, guarding and restricting infinity, though they could not remove it no matter how hard they tried. Unity and the Tetragrammaton were the first to create worlds, though the Realm Goddess would claim that since she had come up with the Idea to create the Courtyard, and that it was her concept to begin with, she was really the first. For Unity, the world of Creatia was created. For the Tetragrammaton, only a house. The Throne, the Realm Goddess, and the Beast all followed suit, while Truth watched in disgust and the Centurions groaned at another concept that they would have to keep in check.