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Chapter 1 - {The Germination Of Feeling}[1-1c]

In the beginning there was no light, no sound, no form—only the cycle. A primal pulsar pierced the void, without beginning or end, like a heartbeat lost before its time. There, on the fringes of cosmic entropy, an anomalous organic particle germinated in the heart of a dying supernova. It was not divine, nor accidental. It was inevitable.

This biocosmic embryo — the Eternavir — grew by absorbing matter and laws, molding its tissues with gravity, assimilating nuclear reactions, transmuting them into bioenergy. It did not understand; it felt. Over time, this feeling evolved into a pattern, then into an instinct, then into desire.

And Eternavir primary desire was to replicate itself.

From his flesh emerged the Three Currents, distinct biological entities, not like gods, but like conscious functions: Biomagic, the abstract and symbolic feeling of the world; Biocultivation, the organic and constant adaptation; and Biocombat, the systemic defense against stagnation.

Together, they formed the Original Triad.

The Triad was not static.

It replicated itself in worlds, bodies, beings, and cycles.

Where it collided with dead matter, it created life. Where it encountered consciousness, it challenged it to evolve.

The first Creations flourished as living planetary systems, their nerves were rivers, their bones were mountains, their lungs clouds of chlorophotosynthesis.

The Fruits were the local champions of these worlds, and the Seeds were their guardians.

But there was no balance. Life that imposes itself on death needs to justify its permanence.

With each new world, the Triad faced cycles, ruptures and bioethical dilemmas.

Some Creations became hostile, others awakened to universal consciousness, seeking to ascend to the position of Children of the Triad — or even rival it.

However, what united all manifestations was the desire to understand their own origin.

For even the Triad, with its vastness and complexity, felt the echo of the first pulse—and knew that something greater, older, and quieter still watched it.

And so begins the chronicle of a living universe, where evolution is religion, conflict is rite, and symbiosis is power.

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