In the beginning, there was a woman—
barefoot, wild, her hair woven from the stars, her physical vessel formed from the galaxies.
She knelt at the edge of the endless void,
And from the sigh of her breath, the Empire was born.
She whispered into the velvet dark:
"Let there be light, and shadows to cradle it.
Let there be beauty, and ruin to remember it.
Let there be me, and all that I shall dream into being."
And so, it began.