In the beginning there was the nothingness of the Void. Yet the Void itself was something, the absence of everything. From this paradox something came to be where nothing was, and thus was Creation born, the Primordial force which makes out of nothing. But the Void’s essence was absence itself and thus, while Creation came to be first, Destruction was ever the older of the two, the Void’s very soul and will to be naught. This was the dawn of existence, and the two primordial powers, Creation and Destruction, vied for dominance.
Fragile as the paradox that birthed it, Creation struggled to endure against Destruction and the will of the Void. This uneven contest between the two siblings unfolded countless times across countless eons, endless universes being born by Creation only to be consumed by Destruction.
Then, in the midst of a particularly savage bout between the two primordial siblings, something new happened. Reaching into its sibling, Creation sparked forth a small Cosmos within Destruction itself, landing a telling blow against its elder. Maddened and humiliated, it unleashed its counterblow with tremendous power, but no thought or plan, shattering Creation into untold pieces, and scattering its glowing Essence across existence. Confounded by the consequences of its ill-considered blow, Destruction realized he had to regather Creation’s essence from the far reaches of existence to once more subsume him. Wounded, bewildered and weary, the elder Primordial chose instead to rest and heal before this monumental task. And so, Destruction curled upon its wound and slept, its essence slowly trickling from its gash and into Existence.
So, it came to be that for the first time ever since the dawn of existence itself, Creation and Destruction were silent. In the absence of their presence and power a new Primordial was born: Balance.
Weaker by far than its two mighty siblings, Balance knew, from the very first moment of its awareness, that should either Creation or Destruction awake, its own existence would come to an end. Thus, Balance set the stars spinning in the night sky, ensuring that they, the mightiest shards of Creation, would remain in constant movement, never to meet and coalesce once more.
The fledgling Primordial then turned to Destruction, which lay in fitful slumber still, curled around its wound as it slowly spun in space. Gently, quietly, so as not to wake It, Balance started enveloping its sibling, insulating it from existence so that nothing might disturb its slumber. Cocooning Destruction in its own Essence, Balance wove the dust that hung in the Void following the primordial conflict of its siblings, slowly but surely binding Destruction within a prison forged of stone, dust and the very essence of Balance. Soon, it had enveloped Destruction in a gigantic sphere of stone and dust, inside which the eldest of the Primordials raged.
And thus was the World born.