„I'm wondering if this world may be different from how we know it today. I'm wondering if it has been different right from the beginning or, if what we know about the history of the world, is just an invention of the souls that are eager to be born. If it's so, if what I know about this world is just an invention, then, I want to know more about its beginning, to find out its story, because the birth of the world, as my birth, is holy and dear for me, and I am ready to fight even with the evil if necessary only to root it out and to make this Universe a better place to live," a woman's voice has been heard floating throughout the Universe, surrounded by darkness, while her words were so sweetly reverberating around, accompanied by the holy music of Aeon.

The Cosmos around it was asleep instead, in the sweet embracement of the eternal night, for that deep darkness, that was ruling over the surroundings at that moment, was giving the Universe the chance to breathe only from time to time and it was happening only when sparkles of light, coming from the stars still alive, were piercing the wideness of that world as if those stars were immortal souls, and when they were vanishing into nothingness, the night was taking again over those limitless realms.

And when the darkness was again taking hold of the Cosmos after the light had vanished somewhere on the horizon, Aeon - the Star of Souls, started to shine in all its glory and the voice of a man was heard coming out from there: „this world is older than we can even imagine. This world is beyond dreams and memories because nobody knows who created it or when it has been created, as nobody knows when it will reach its end. But soon, very soon, the world will see a new Miracle, and from that Miracle, the Breath will be reborn.”

„A Miracle? A Miracle of the Cosmos?” the woman’s voice asked, so happy to find out that something unseen before will take place soon, giving that world new hope.

But not Aeon gave her the answer. It was the Cosmos itself which revealed the Miracle, when the darkness has been pierced by the light of the Heart of the Universe and from that light, Chaos had been born.

Yes, that Chaos we know today as destruction and havoc, has been born in this world hundreds of millions of years before our time, when the Cosmos wanted a change, when Aeon gave him a soul and when the world itself shivered in pleasure, finding out about his coming.

However, there was someone else in that limitless Universe, who wanted the birth of Chaos and that person was Genea, the one who Chaos named later his mother, because he had the fire of her heart in his eyes.

But Chaos didn’t know the reason why he was born in this world, as he didn’t know the fear worn by Genea in her heart, a fear that appeared when she saw the heart of Cosmos hardly beating, full of life, and how around that heart started to gather, in a dizzying movement, the around stars, moving like a huge helically form, through which the serum of life was flowing and from which kindness was born too.

When Chaos opened his eyes for the first time and looked around, he has been so amazed by the world's beauty, but he had been even more amazed to see his body made from an amalgam of dead and alive stars, that was slowly moving throughout Cosmos, as if he was dancing, while the Holy Music of Aeon made his heart beat even more powerfully in his chest, and this sweet sensation of life, felt in his stone chest, made Chaos so happy and he smiled, for the first time.

But… there was something missing. Even if he was alive, a strange feeling had sneaked into his soul, as if he was missing someone, as, in the end, to understand that he was afraid of loneliness in fact, that he was afraid to live alone in the limitless Universe and, so soon, the smile on his face faded off.

When Chaos’smile faded off his stone lips, and the light of Aeon started to fade off too, then the woman’s voice was heard again, talking this time to Chaos: „I see that your soul is sad and lonely, Great Chaos. I see your light giving up in front of darkness. I wonder if you miss something in this wonderful world called the Universe!”

Chaos raised his glance and looked around, but he saw nobody and this amazed him so much, and, after hesitating for a few seconds, Chaos asked: „who are you, sweet voice that floats around me? I've always heard your song, but I've never seen your face. Who are you? Show up! And, thus, I’ll stop feeling so lonely and so sad.”

A burst of sweet laughter was heard around and the warmth of her soul, transmitted to Chaos through the vibration of the Cosmos, made his heart shine again: „even if your heart is so eager to see my face, I don’t have one, because I was made from nothingness and I’ll be forever nothingness. My name is Life: the faceless energy that fills with light everything I meet in my way.”

„Life? Does it mean that you are my mother?”

„No. Who gave you life have been Cosmos and Genea, and also Genea is the one who can bring happiness back to your heart because what you want so much is next to her now: a companion. Go East, Chaos, and there you’ll find, in the Holy Land called Paradise, the calling of your heart!”

Chaos slowly bent Eastwards and he started his movement through the Universe, and he needed a lot of time to arrive in Paradise. But, on his way, he saw many stars and many realms sunken in darkness, but when he finally arrived in Paradise, he saw in amazement that everything around was also sunken in darkness. That’s why he touched his heart and a thread of light came out of it and shone over nothingness as if it was the sun at midday.

After the surroundings had been again bathed in light, Chaos saw the miracle hidden in the shadow of the world: a huge, stone Palace, right in the middle of the realm of Paradise, but which was completely lacking light.

But yet, there was something weird there, because even if darkness was denser there than in any other part of the Cosmos and even if nothing around was clearly seen, yet, the Palace had its own shine, even if obscure because somewhere under that Palace, deep-deep in the heart of the world, Life was still hidden there, and this was giving the place certain something, especially to the Garden around the Palace - a beautiful garden of sleeping trees.

„It’s Magical,” Chaos whispered, amazed. „It’s amazing,” his heart yelled and Chaos’huge arm - a stone hand and at first glance lifeless, touched the branch of a big and rotated sleeping tree that was growing right in the center of the garden.

Yet, Chaos’touch didn’t bring to life the tree, as he wished, and this made him sad again, and he bent his head and a bitter sigh was heard coming out of his stone chest when he turned his back on the tree and he started to crawl his legs toward the entrance in the Palace. But what Chaos wanted has happened so soon: the light chased the darkness away and, behind Chaos, a thundering voice was heard, taking him by surprise. „Did you call me, father?”

Chaos stopped, quickly blinking from his eyelashes, sprinkled with stardust, while in his head, one by one, the questions started to take a form: „What was that? How can someone call me „father” when I have no sons because I’m just an amalgam of dead and alive stars, who was born due to the kindness of the Universe and nothing more?! How can I be someone’s father when there is so little life around?” but when Chaos looked at the tree, which he touched before and which he thought was soulless, he saw it so alive, slowly shivering its leaves and whispering its name: Yggdrasil.

The huge tree had probably hundreds and hundreds of years, and, as a testimony of his passing through time, was its thick trunk, which barely could be surrounded by ten men; its huge crown, beautifully woven by thick branches; and its small leaves, of a dark green shade, which were shining in the darkness.

But what amazed Chaos the most has been the fact that Yggdrasil seemed so alive, so unique, and so beautiful, and this was due to how Chaos was looking at the tree. Yet, Chaos was confused, because even if he heard a voice talking to him and he felt that the tree was looking at him, Chaos couldn’t see any lips or eyes on the tree's trunk.

„What I think is unreal,” Chaos whispered, barely heard, while the beauty of the tree was mirroring in his glance, and Chaos understood that Yggdrasil might have the same age as the Cosmos had, because, inside the tree, was felt how the serum of life was slowly flowing and how its bark, painted black, kept the burden of the old times in it, kept forgotten stories in it, and it also kept in it a Holy Breath that once existed and which Yggdrasil loved so much, with all its being, and that Breath had been once a tree, too, called the Tree of Life, but which had been dissipated by Genea’s hatred, the day she laid Yggdrasil dormant.

In the end, charmed by the leaves’melody and by the chink of the branches, Chaos closed his eyes and decided to wait. For a few minutes, nothing was heard, except the rhythmical and overwhelming breath of silence, which was felt around. Then, a barely heard sound was heard, piercing the horizon, and it reached Chaos’ears soon, sending him a message: „this world is so limitless and so old, that nobody saw its birth, as none of us will see its end, because the Universe was created, as Life was created, too, from nothingness, from a strange pulsation of the Holy Energy, that later brought in this world the rest of the stars and the breath of those who will rule this Cosmos when we’ll not be here anymore.”

„But… it’s so strange that nobody in this Cosmos…,” Chaos murmured, but Yggdrasil's leaves shivered noisily from their small bodies and a whisper was heard, coming out of that shivering: „Shh, listen! Listen to the history of the world, Chaos, and find out more about the prophecy that will start soon, because the end of this Cosmos isn’t close - this Cosmos still has a lot to live and a lot to see, because Life and Happiness, Love and Kindness long for more light, still being closed in the faraway Aeon, inside which everything is born and everything dies.”

„Inside of Aeon? I saw that huge light star right in front of my eyes the day I was born,” Chaos said, even more amazed to hear about the story of the star that had stolen his heart.

„That star shared its light with you when you had been born because your soul was born inside Aeon and your heart seems to be the center of the future lives. In your being, as in mine, the serum of life flows, but only you have the power to create the story of the future or to destroy it, right in your hands, because when you left Aeon, you had promised something to the other souls closed there, while they are hiding from the darkness.”

„A prophecy? What kind of prophecy?” Chaos wondered and his glance headed toward the crown of the tree, while the distrust sneaked into his soul, because he wasn’t sure that what he was living and hearing was real in fact.

„That prophecy is the voice of time in fact, because, in those words, the burden of the past can be found, the joy of the future and the fulfillment of the present, and the one who stands in front of you, me, is Yggdrasil - the Tree of Life and Death, of Good and Evil, of Love and Despair.”

„But, Yggdrasil… how is this possible that you are a whole? I mean, there must be another tree similar to you, but which has to be the opposite of you at the same time.”

Yggdrasil sighed and a sound of sadness was heard floating around: „That tree had existed, a long time ago. Now alive is only its history, while on my shoulders is put the burden of fate, because I’m the Light and Darkness at the same time, deeply closed inside of my wooden body.”

„And yet, Yggdrasil, I’m not that sure that what I see and hear is real and that it isn’t just a product of my imagination, due to my heart - hungry for love and company, which longs for someone to stand by my side and that’s why I’m wondering if you are alive and if you can talk to me.”

„Don’t doubt what you see or you feel, father Chaos, because I’m real. I was made from nothingness, but my heart was made from life. In my trunk, the truth and the lie can be found, and, in my branches, the serum of life and the bitter taste of ruin are flowing. And, even if I don’t have lips to use for talking, the whisper of my leaves is my voice, and the shivering of their being are my thoughts, like you - who is my father.”

„How can I be your father, Yggdrasil, when I’m always alone? I have nobody by my side with whom to share this world or my thoughts. How could I have given birth to such a Holy Being as you seem to be? I’m just a being with a stone body and a stone heart.”

„There’s no need for two to give birth to someone or to something. What brought me back to life was your magical touch, and this makes you, my father. Even if… my soul saw the shine of the Cosmos for the first time, thousands and thousands of years ago, and I had in my power the passing of time, I was cursed by Genea and I fell asleep, and everything around me fell asleep along with me because time cannot exist without my thoughts, as life cannot exist without death. However, when the curse fell over me, the pulsation of life in my trunk whispered to me that I’ll be brought back to life again and you were the one who chased away the numbness from my bones. That’s why I consider you as being my father and that’s why I bow in front of you, Chaos because as you have brought me back to life, everything around will be also born from you.”

Bowing his huge crown in front of Chaos, Yggdrasil fell asleep again. Chaos tried to bring him back to life by touching its trunk and by moving its leaves with his breath, but it has been useless and when he finally understood this, he could hear Genea’s voice coming from somewhere, as if she was on a faraway realm at that moment: „go back to your stone kingdom, Chaos! You aren’t welcome here. That’s why it’s forbidden to you to come back here again.”

„Why, mother? Why I’m chased away from you again and why do I feel the coldness of your soul headed toward me as if it’s fire arrows? I came here for a little bit of your love and to ask you for a companion, nothing more. Instead, I feel hatred in your voice and I feel that you don’t love me.”

But Genea wasn’t ready to show her love for Chaos and this was felt in the cold breath of the Cosmos, in the slow movement of the dead stars, and even in the hardened body of Yggdrasil. But, in the end, defeated by her own pride, Genea said: „you don’t need me to bring life to this Cosmos, son! You are life, Chaos! You are the life!” and again Genea kept silent, sinking the nothingness in darkness and silence, because the sadness felt by Chaos, made the light of his heart fade and then completely disappear, while he was crawling his legs away from that place, bowing his head and being disappointed, because he didn’t find out the love he was looking for there, but he knew at least that his kingdom was meant to give life to everything around.