A tale passed down From mother to son Father to Daughter. The tale of Chaos.
Chaos is the beginning and the end. It was there before and it will be here after. This is not a story about the Chaos you know, Not the man-made synonym of mayhem. This is a tale of Chaos in its purest form It is everything and nothing at once Both darkness and light Pain and bliss Sanity and madness Past and future. A senseless contradiction and the perfect combination.
This tale is one that we all seek, For it is the answer to all our questions. And once we finally rejoin the stars, Greeting death with a smile, We all become part of it. So maybe you do not need me to tell the tale, For you will soon be living it.