The Birth of Nyxothis: The Eternal Darkness and the Echoes of Creation

In the beginning, there was only the Eclipse, an unbroken void, a sea of eternal silence where no stars burned, no planets spun, and no time flowed. The fabric of existence itself had yet to be woven. This dark, empty expanse was without shape, without purpose. It was not a place, but a non-place—a space of potential, awaiting the spark of creation. The Eclipse was a vast, immeasurable expanse stretching beyond comprehension, holding only the echoes of what could be, if only the right force awakened from the endless slumber.