EMPYREAN

Akaon tried to channel the fire that burned within him, giving shape to the innummerable hopes and dreams contained within his being. He created perfection effortlessly, each creation better to the one before, and yet, it was all futile. For all his power, everything was to him as a passing plaything was to a child – an inconsequential triviality, whilst Akaon yearned for the profound, the unknown, that over which he had no mastery. So in his solitude, Akaon begun to despair, for what was to some the ultimate liberty, the ability to do all they willed, also became their prison. What meaning was there in existence if all was preordained in a certain manner, if all that came to pass was already perfect, or happened exactly as they willed it? And then the eternity that encompassed him acquired substance, and from nothing, something came to pass. A second impossibility occurred, one that had come to balance the first. A being unfolded from the darkness, a wondr

In the beginning... there was nothingness. A silent womb of infinite unborn potential. In the midst of this vast nothingness a light shone. Light that was older than time. Existence that did not recollect its own birth. Infinite potential coalesced within a single point, its size irrelevant inside the infinity that surrounded it. A single fiery being stood ponderously in the embrace of naught. Unborn dreams lingered at the edge of his gaze. Dreams that he had dreamt before time itself. And this impossible being had a name that could not be true, and yet it was. Akaon. The Dragon. The Dreamer. The God. Akaon stood silent and motionless, but his entire being was ablaze with the desire and passion of creation. And in this utter silence Akaon thought he was alone. A lone god in an empty universe.