The Beginning

In the beginning there was the abyss and the abyss brought forth life and the abyss was life.
The life it brought forth was shaped in its image and the abyss was off them and they both were the abyss and were of it

In time the children of the abyss began to fear their parent and its presence within them.
As this fear took hold of their hearts, over the aeons, they started to try and fill the void inside them with the sort of emptiness that was thus far unknown to the world.

They invented their own origin stories and fought over which of those made up stories was what they would call ‘truth’. They created a big game of chance so that they could spend their time trying to win it, all the while knowing it was rigged a long time ago and even if one would win it, they would find the rewards lacking.

They came up with qualities for their false idols to possess for the purpose that others might see it and begrudgingly admire them so they were more easily controlled.

The story they constructed was so convincing and held firm through so many generations of children of the abyss that the abyss became a mere spectre in the blindspot of the world.
It forgot what it was and even if it was older than time, felt that its children may see something that the abyss had missed. In its misery the way it saw itself diminished in the shadow of the creations of its children.

One day a small boy with as yet untamed light in his eyes came to the abyss and started playing on the edge of the great chasm.
The abyss was awoken by the sudden sounds of laughter the child produced. Fear had not yet taken root in his heart and the ways of his people were still foreign.

The boy seemed to recognize innately that he and the abyss had something in common.
He stared into the dark depths as if looking for something. And the abyss thought he too may see something that it had missed.

The boy however hadn’t thought of the abyss in other ways than it being new and unknown.
It was an adventure every day to play along its edges and frighten his parents and in fact all of his brethren.

This continued for years and as the boy grew and his visits to the abyss became more and more contemplative, he felt the urge to talk about the mystery just on the doorstep of his world that had by now become like an old friend.
Because his people could never get past their fear of the abyss, the boy felt lonely and not being able to share what was growing in his heart, saddened him each day.