In the beginning, there was the void: cold, dark, and silent.
The void became self-aware. A consciousness formed. A consciousness which savored solitude, reveled in silence, and luxuriated in peaceful slumber. The consciousness felt no need to create, no need to explore, and no need to change anything about its existence. Its only desire was to exist with itself, and to float peacefully within the void. Sleeping. Dreaming. In silence.
The perfect darkness was pierced by a blinding light, and the perfect silence was broken as the consciousness screamed in pain. The veil between the worlds was ripped open, and twelve gods stepped through, hoping to create a new world.