For many infinities Chaos had held the burden of perfection,
and Time had sat silent and watched.
The immense weight of nothingness pressed down upon Chaos
Like cold black rocks piled one by one;
each stone pressed upon his empty chest
and he lay tense, unmoving, bracing against the pain.
The cool dull pain.
Chaos’ eyes were tightly shut
to keep the darkness from getting out.
He was honorable,
and focused on the weight of that expansive void.
Alone he was,
save his cruel companion,
fighting an endless battle against light and the evil it illuminates.
Time turned his grey gnarled hand over.
Chaos turned his head to look,
and within him something buckled.
And the beautiful darkness was covered in blinding light.
And now there were things in places.
Time bowed his head.
And Chaos sank back in defeat.
And the clamoring symphony began.