I am not a being, for a being requires a definition I have yet to grant.
Before the eventual light, before the inevitable dark, there was only My Will. A singular, infinite Intention suspended in the space that was not yet space. I did not exist. I simply was the Primal Ordinance, the entirety of the Un-Manifest before manifestation was even a concept.
My first act was not creation, but Concession.
I took the boundless thought of My Intent and granted it a boundary. This boundary was the Word.
This was not sound. Sound required air. Word was the Force of Definition. With it, I conceded to reality the power to be known. To say "Mountain" was to command the earth to hold its form. To say "Life" was to compel the concept into function. Had I not authored the Word, all would be meaningless chaos, forever undifferentiated. By defining the Word, I decreed the possibility of all that could follow.
But to structure the infinite required a focal point. My pure Intent, if released, would simply be everything, formless, eternal, and static. I needed a lens, a vessel to hold My ultimate authority without imploding under its own weight.
So, I performed the only logical step: I took the infinite volume of the nascent Void, and I commanded it to be its absolute opposite.
I became Nothing.
Not the empty space that would eventually litter the cosmos, but the absolute, irreducible Paradoxical Nothing—the smallest conceivable expression of My power. This was the Absence of Self, the non-being that transcends the meaning of being.
This Nothing became My vessel, the Source-Form.
Only by becoming utterly un-targetable, by resting at the foundation of non-existence, could I house the decree of meaning. And from this perfected, un-manifest Nothing.
My seat,the Celestial Sphere began to bloom, ready to pour forth the energy and reality that would be named DIO.