And when no boundary rose to divide and no witness stepped forth to speak of what was or was not—
—from the uncarved hush, something stirred—not as motion, not as birth, but as the first tremor of intention. Not intention with aim. Not intention with desire. But the faintest suggestion that something could be.
And in that suggestion, not yet thought, not yet formed—
—a title emerged without emerging.
Not spoken.
Not bestowed.
Not claimed.
Yet it hung, not in space, not in air, but in that unshaped potential where titles had no letters and thrones had no height.
He Who Had No Opposite.
Not king.
Not sovereign.
Not creator.
Those names imply dominion. Dominion implies others. Others imply division. Division implies measure. Measure had not yet drawn its first line.
Thus it was whispered by no voice, recorded by no scribe, feared by no world, worshiped by no age—
The Lord Before Lords.
And in the absence of cycle, without rise, without fall—
—a new era did not begin.
