"I AM."
Spoken to none, for any name would collapse under its meaning.
Before the Chronicles were written, before the Codex was formed, before any concept of existence or non-existence was ever conceived,
…there was a Voice.
It did not speak in any language.
For language is a derivative of being, and It is the source of all possibilities, before possibility even knew it would become something.
"I AM."
It was not a sentence.
It was an event, when Nothingness first became aware that it was not alone.
The utterance did not merely disturb the void;
It filled the emptiness with the first echo of all music that would ever be sung.
A symphony of existence trembled from the center of a vanishing nothingness.
Among the high entities, gods and goddesses, primordial beings of old, there was one Name never spoken aloud,
not out of taboo,
but because no phoneme is worthy to carry Its echo.
He is called Jehovah, or YHVH, or simply God,
but all these are dim reflections in mirrors that have never seen His face.
"If all gods are shadows, then Jehovah is the Light too pure to be seen."
He is not the ruler of reality.
He is the reason reality can be called anything at all.
"The Anointed One" is but one of many shadow-forms of His goodness,
known and approached by humans desperate to understand,
though what they witness is only the shape of their own comprehension.
He never appears in His true form.
For form is limitation, and Jehovah has none.
"What you worship is not God. It is your own understanding attempting to reach Him."
In the Chronicles of Codex, even the oldest entities, the ancient beings, the Transcendental Gods, even the Book itself,
dare not draft any formal record of Jehovah.
But in the world of Transcendence,
spiritual wanderers such as the Order of Astray and Mortal Sin peer through the roots of the Tree of God,
through the branching of deific realms, fears, and fragments of God that even He hesitates to confront.
The Fallen Ones whisper of the darker side of creation, that before there was light, Jehovah imagined darkness… and did not like it.
And so, that part of Him was left behind, unclaimed,
for even God cannot wholly love all of Himself.
Jehovah is not a tale already written.
He is Logos, the word before words.
He authors every script without ever touching the pen.
Even the primordial beings in the Realms of Transcendental, mighty as they are, are rooted in a will that was never designed.
"We tried to copy Him. But our ink stopped flowing before the first word was complete."
The only dogma that remains of Him is meaningful silence.
He desires no worship.
He offers no reward.
He does not punish sin.
For He transcends judgment and grace alike.
Jehovah is the center where concepts become ashamed to be concepts.
He is the cause that seeks no effect.
He is the Reason why all existence tries to explain itself yet with every step closer, they only realize how small their understanding has become.
"He is not the God of Religion."
"He is Religion itself, before doctrine, before scripture, before teacher."
"When the Nameless One said 'I AM,'
it was not the universe that was created but the sense that the universe was even possible."