They sat there in trance, feeling the song of the universe. It was old and strong, fresh and energizing. Words that could break reality enter their thoughts. Their thoughts were the waves and from those waves were battles. Thus life was born within the primordial sea and death followed. A balance, a cycle that could never end until IT came. Chaos, that which cared not for balance. Did not care for the Life and Death. The end and beginning. The shaped and un shaped. Vita and Mortem frought back the Hondon. The battle clashed for years, filling the dreaming gods below with thoughts until one of them awoken and reality cracked for the first time. Tarturus rose from Nothing and Domained them all. As he was a source of their power. Rules were written and made so that balance can be restored and he could once more sleep. . If the balance was ever broke, the dreams gods would wipe away all and start over. Life and death would balance chaos in even dualism. Thus the cycle was made a new.