Rebirth

Chaos

Before it all started, before there even was an universe, there was formless matter. In the absence of rules and order, matter was so unpredictable as it appeared completely random. The slightest change in conditions created a revolution.

Yet, if there had been human eyes to witness the early dance of matter, they would have found enough patterns and sense to invent a whole world.

 How do you make sense of what you see?

What is the story you chose to live?