Prologue
Everything was still. I reveled in the silence that signaled the end.
I gazed upon the fading remnants of creation, where shadows enveloped the light.
Chaos swirled at my fingertips, yearning for the calm embrace of finality to complete its purpose.
Then it called to me. A beautiful requiem only I could hear.
I was the harbinger of the Celestials’ rest. I was destined to dismantle the heavens and earth, weaving threads of twilight and shadow into their final forms.
I was the cessation.
A tapestry of life unraveled before me, worlds and empires destined to crumble to dust.
The very core of my being was to drain the earth of vitality.
From my soul, the world was to find its end.
I was the calm after tempests, the stillness in waves, the cooling of flames, and the decay in the soils of the earth.
I was to dim the cosmos, the closure, the Dusk. A harbinger of nights, the sunset on the horizon. I was the ending.
But then I saw her. I watched as she wove strands of light and energy into existence, her beauty a symphony of beginnings.
I am the foundation upon which the world collapses, and yet they have forsaken my memory.
My name is a silent whisper on the wind, sounds lost to time so long ago.
I was once the Primal of nights, the bringer of endings.
I am a Dusk forever yearning for Dawn.