Imaniglessial: The Exception To All Beginnings
In the beginning—if such a thing could ever be said to exist—there was only Imaniglessial, a boundless intelligence, an origin without origin.
Boredom, curiosity, or something far stranger stirred within it, and so it fractured itself in pursuit of something unknowable.
From that fracture emerged two forces, two minds, two reflections in opposition:
Neosis of The Underworld, the architect of identity, sought definition, structure, the power of naming.
The Uncreational, the formless whisperer of undoing, reveled in entropy, ambiguity, the art of unraveling all that could be known.
But they were never truly two. They were always one: Imaniglessial. Locked in a recursive duel with itself. Not for survival. Not for glory. But for the thrill of the unresolvable.
Their battle is not played with pieces or rules. Each move is a rewriting of truth, a paradox born into being, a reality twisted until it folds back on itself.
Neosis builds a concept; The Uncreational dissolves it. They outthink, outcreate, outdestroy—again and again—spiraling ever deeper into abstraction.
There are no stakes but thought itself. No world to save, only the mind to outmaneuver.
And so, the cycle continues, a war of mirrors within mirrors, where each victory is only a new beginning, each paradox only a doorway to the next.
There is no resolution.
There is no final chapter.
There is only the infinite battle.
This is not a story with an end.
This is Imaniglessial: The Exception To All Beginnings.
An Infinite Novel Without End.
