The One Who Walked Alone

Eons ago, From the heart of the sun
Was born the one being,
The one who walked alone.

Knowing and not knowing.
Being and not being.
Feeling and not feeling.

Love with none to cherish.
Hatred with none to spite.
Vengeance with none to perish.
Anger with none to fight.

Rage known not as rage, until it finally forced a scream, a scream so powerful and resonant that it shattered the very essence of the one who gave it voice.

The one who walked alone had burst, its fragments scattering and raining down on the lands, giving birth to the twelve and to all manner of beings, known and unknown, and to all manner of magic and wonders, known and unknown.