Once upon a time, Fathomi was quiet, idle, and empty.
But as time went on, it was filled with more things. New elements, new rules of physics, until a moment where it became whole.
Life breathed and conscience were implemented. It was unknown to many of its inhabitants, but Fathomi was an unrelenting force that was always seeking for a chane, a force that condemns stillness into the void.
A place where skies drifted in endless hues and gravity bent softly through dreams.
It was still a world where entropy had not yet taken root, and harmony curled through every fold of terrain like a sigh through silk.
The creatures of Fathomi breathed peace, not air. They grew without conflict, without contest. Ecosystems didn't compete, they collaborated. Cycles turned not by decay, but by transformation and evolution since there was no decay in living entities.
For a while, this was enough.
Fathom however, kept on churning its gear.
