In the beginning, there was nothing—an infinite, silent void. Then came everything: radiant specks of matter swirling around life-giving stars. From this eruption emerged the Builders, the first and oldest race in the cosmos. No one knows their origin; some say the universe birthed them at the perfect moment. They worshipped the goddess Infinity and lived in harmony, crafting wonders like the Vortex portals—mysteries that still resemble magic. Over time, their devotion faded, replaced by a hunger to expand. They created the Aleph: soulless machines built to scan planets and judge their worth. Yet after eons of searching, they found no intelligent life. So they made the Gardeners—ten sons and ten daughters—to seed creation across the stars. From two, Ex-Nihilo X and Abyss X, came Adam—not synthetic, not organic, but something entirely new. Trained by his creators, Adam enforced the Aleph’s judgments until loneliness overtook him. So they made Eve. Together, Adam and Eve discovered love and joy—and chose defiance. They refused to destroy life. A war followed. The Builders wiped out the Gardeners, who scattered their creations before falling. Only Ex-Nihilo VII and Abyss VII survived, continuing their experiments in secret. In response, the Builders forged the Celestials—biomechanical titans meant to destroy species that surpassed limits. Adam and Eve fell in the final battle, but from their love, something beautiful was born. Some call it a miracle. I call it a Marvel.
