The Early Founding, Untold Aspired Begining

Eidolúi

The Konyan AEMIA.

The space was deafening with silence, a void that stretched infinitely onto itself, a loop as small as nothingness itself, yet endured the torture it upheld.

Our race, such beings of extraordinary power, despite their amazing capabilities, we utterly despised the blandness of absence of the plane around them, here we sought, looking forward to any way, any way to escape this torture.

Once, twice, thrice generations upon generations, countless years, millennia, eons.

And then.

An idea popped into one of their? head,
Then another,
And then... another

Simple and unique, yet filled with something?

Slowly it took off, our minds... evolving.

With the passage of non-existent time, our knowledge advanced.

Exceeding beyond our own forms, beyond mortal grasp, their thoughts, even the mere idea of comprehension extending beyond anything, far exotic, further than anything could imagine.

It finds the truth that it's lineage painstakingly rewrited, words twisted by the  ravage of time.

Eons pass, it eventually finds a name, fittingly named: "Ei Eídoulon."

Even with passing time on SOL's jurisdiction, these beings walk the space, eternally sentenced, filled with wisdom.

And even then in curses lies beauty and life,

For upon lies our results.

Once again?

Ei Eídoulon.