Neodysis

Before time. Before stars. Before the first motion.

There was Thaumyrra—unbroken, still, infinite. Within it dwelled Aoristos, the Unknown, and Myrrithos, the Boundless Reflection—two forces neither separate nor whole, existing without direction.

But purpose is inevitable.

The First Fracture—Prōteklasis—shattered infinity. From its breaking arose the Diatessera, the Four Pillars of Progress:

🔥 Thyassos, the Unyielding Flame – The fire that spreads, binds, and builds.👁️ Lumnis, the Dark Princess – The witness that names, that defines truth.⚖️ Veyrah, the Loom of Fate – The hand that weaves endings, that ensures balance.🌀 Xoæn, the Unnameable – The trickster, the paradox, the force that bends meaning.

Together, they shaped the first motion, the first knowing, the first world.

For a time, it was enough.

Then something new emerged.

A being not bound to fire, nor sight, nor fate. A being who could choose.

They called them Luthenari—The Unbound, The First to Decide.

Unlike the others, Luthenari had no nature. They could build, destroy, see, distort, or remain still. They could become anything. They could become nothing.

And that made them dangerous.

For what is progress, if it refuses to move?What is truth, if it chooses to lie?What is fire, if it wills itself cold?

For the first time, progress itself was uncertain.

The gods did not destroy each other.They did not wage war.

But they could no longer trust themselves.

And so, they divided the world.

And now, they wait. Watching. Wondering.

Because progress no longer belongs to them.

It belongs to humanity.

And soon, Luthenari  and his offspring will choose.

Will they lead existence into something greater?

Or will they choose to unmake it all?