In the nascent hush of Aether’s birth,
Where light wove dreams from the cosmic mirth,
A shadow stirred, born of silent need,
From the echoes of light, the darkness freed.
For every star that shone so bright,
A whisper of night, a countering blight,
In the heart of creation, a void took form,
Erebos emerged, where shadows swarm.
From the depth of the cosmos, a pulse was felt,
A longing for balance, where darkness dwelt.
As Aether flourished, in radiant bloom,
Erebos awakened, cloaked in gloom.
Rivers of twilight began to flow,
Through valleys unseen, where no sunlight glowed.
Mountains of obsidian rose to the sky,
Their peaks kissed by whispers, as night drew nigh.
In this realm of dusk, with secrets untold,
Creatures of shadow began to unfold,
They danced in the silence, embraced by the shade,
Born of the echoes, where light had strayed.
Yet, even in darkness, a beauty took flight,
A tapestry woven from both day and night.
For Erebos held within its embrace,
The essence of longing, the shadows’ grace.
Thus, the realms were spun, entwined in fate,
Aether and Erebos, love and hate.
From light to shadow, a story unfurled,
Two sides of a coin, the balance of worlds.
