There was no birth. No death. No stars, no void.
Only... the Gem.
In the timeless silence before anything existed, something stirred. Not a god. Not a being.
A concept. A core. A gem.
The Gem of Creation.
It was neither alive nor dead — and yet, it breathed existence into the nothingness. Without command, without design, it scattered its power outward, and reality began to spiral.
Planets spun. Suns ignited. Dimensions were seeded.
All from just a whisper of its will. A mere 0.1% of its essence.
But then came a thought.
"What am I?"
Curiosity birthed form. The Gem created a vessel — its eyes and hands.
But it gave too much.
And the vessel wanted more.
The vessel shattered the Gem, thinking it could absorb it all.
He was wrong.
The Gem broke. The vessel vanished.
And the fragments — corrupted, wild, pulsing with divine code — scattered across the stars.
One world caught them.
Earth.
Not all at once. Slowly. Quietly.
Falling like shooting stars that no one noticed.
Over centuries, the fragments lay hidden.
Some buried beneath cities.
Some fused with bloodlines.
Some… still awake, whispering to chosen minds.
Now, in the present world — where smartphones rule and students yawn in classrooms — something stirs again.
A fragment pulses.
A signal awakens.
A Trial is about to begin.
The world still doesn't believe in gods.
But the Gem…
is choosing its last hope.
"Let the final inheritor rise…"