Before Olympus.
Before the Titans.
Before even Chaos whispered stars into being...
There was Silun'Zar —
The First Drowned God.
He wasn't born. He wasn't made.
He was found.
Floating alone in the cold silence between early worlds, where gravity hadn't decided what was up or down, and light had not yet chosen to exist.
He drifted in the space between thoughts. And he listened.
Listened for voices. For gods. For life.
But only silence answered.
So, in that stillness, Silun'Zar began to sing.
Not for beauty.
But because he was alone.
And the sea—wherever it came from—answered.
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The Prime Waters
They say before all oceans, there was only the Prime Water—an endless, black current that wrapped around young stars like ribbons.
That's where Silun'Zar nested.
Where he spread.
Where his body grew roots into time.
He wasn't evil.
He wasn't good.
He just was.
But when the gods rose and shaped the world…
They feared him.
Not because he fought them.
