Before time, before sky or earth, there was only Chaos. A vast, formless void, an abyss where nothing had a name, yet everything waited to be born. No light pierced the darkness, no sound broke the silence. Chaos was an ocean of shadows, a whirlwind of hidden possibilities, swirling in secret. From the depths of Chaos, the entire cosmos whispered its first breath, a distant echo of something about to become everything. Chaos was not mere void, but a living cradle, pulsing with what could not yet be seen.