A Tattered Piece Of Parchment

As you pour over the piece of parchment, the words are whispered into your mind.

"Oblivion lost — paradise torn —
Perfection fouled by shape and form.
Chaos in the utter black
Spread its brood to rend and rack.
A single seed cast tendrils wide
To shred and split, spoil and divide.

From the fragments of the nothingness
Became the First who drowsed to dream
Of before what was had ever been —
Of vanished void and stolen bliss."

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