Legend had it that the Creator God's tears became twelve universes. The God of Chaos dwelled in a corner of one of them and, unable to bear the eternal solitude, brought forth a sword to cleave its own body.
The blade sliced through divine flesh, splitting the soul in two. One half became the white-winged God of Good, whose surging life spring nourished three thousand worlds; the other fell to become the Dark God, who wore the night as a robe and vanished into the folds of the abyss.
Together, the two gods watched over a universe, where the sun rose and the moon set, and yin and yang sustained each other.
The Dark God ruled over death and darkness. Stardust that could lull all things into eternal sleep flowed from its fingertips, and all living beings trembled in awe of its name.
The God of Good ruled over life and light. Each breath made new nebulae bloom with radiant vitality, and all living things offered crowns and sang praises to its everlasting brilliance.
Yet jealousy gnawed at the heart like a venomous serpent.
The roots of the Dark God's hatred grew wildly in the endless darkness. Between good and evil, light and dark, an eternal war thundered across the heavens.
The struggle between light and darkness ended in the Dark God's victory.
The God of Good's sigh fell into the Sea of Star Remains, becoming a silent echo.
Some legends claimed that the God of Good lost because it was bound by its own divine compassion; others said the Dark God had devoured the power of another universe and thus tipped the scales.
From then on, this universe was known as Eternal Night.
The instant light-years were engraved upon the curtain, time turned to insubstantial ash and scattered without