In the beginning, there was nothing.
Not the peaceful nothing of sleep, not the pregnant nothing before creation, but the absolute nothing of impossibility itself. A state so complete in its negation that even the concept of "beginning" was meaningless.
This was The Devouring Dark's natural state. This was home.
The revelation came to Alexia in fragments, torn from the dying screams of reality itself.
As the Guardian of Last Chances, she had always existed at the intersection of possibility and impossibility, hope and despair. But now, standing at the edge of the latest Null Zone, watching entire dimensional layers simply cease to have ever existed, she finally understood what they were truly facing.
The Devouring Dark wasn't an entity that had emerged from somewhere else. It was the original state of everything—the primordial entropy that had existed before the first spark of consciousness dared to think itself into being.
