Reforged from Ruin

In the beginning of all things, Existence was Not. All was formless, endless nothing, with existence merely a blank, empty place of raw Qi and no more. A first and final state of existence, where all that could be, could be, but was not, left empty, bereft of matter, thought, or energy, merely the pure, endless potential- with nothing to achieve.
Then came the Gods.
They came from out of the nothing, out of formless, timeless aeons, and they looked upon all that was and is nothingness- and thought it wrong. In their delusions divine, their dreams of meaning and madness, their blind certainty of what reality is/should be/could be, they shaped formless possibility into a million different concepts, forms and ideas.
They warred there for an age, ignorant and blind of what is and thus, capable of forging all that was/is to be. Their bodies and minds clashed against each other, spawning life and concepts that writhed and ate and killed and made love and built and destroyed upon each other.
And then, after and before time, the Gods came awake long enough to understand what they were, and what they believed to be TRUE.
ALL THINGS BEGIN, said the First God whose form and existence are eternity and continuity, and thus was born time, causality, and the beginning of all.
ALL THINGS HAVE AN OPPOSITE, said the Second God, whose form and existence are mirrored and finite, yet endless, and thus began duality, the one which became two.
ALL THINGS ARE A SPECTRUM, said the Third God, whose form and existence is multitude, the infinite and ever-moving devouring itself, and thus was begat change and transformation.
ALL THINGS ARE MEANINGLESS, said the Fourth God, which is empty and hungry forever, the mewling abyss within an infinite shell, and thus was made emptiness.
ALL THINGS HAVE MEANING, said the Fifth God, whose form and existence are solidity and structure, and thus was crafted purpose and thought.
ALL THINGS CAN BE DIVIDED, said the Sixth God, which is a foul and jealous thing, whose form is the endless line from one point to the next, and thus was cut multiplicity and reduction.
ALL THINGS END, said the Seventh God, smiling coldly at all that is, whose form is nothing and whose existence is death, and from this TRUTH, all reality came to know that each story and particle would one day return to the nothing that was before.
And so, having spoken into the nothing the foundations of all that is and can be, they returned to their slumber and delusions. Their dreams followed the tracts set into place by their WILL and TRUTH, and from them, spiraling up through the layers of nothing that is now a spectrum and is now reality, came the worlds. Like a great tree growing from the depths of a bottomless ocean, existence grew out from the Gods, with their idle thoughts and forming the foundation of every creature and world to come into being.
Through time and space, these creatures and concepts and worlds began to intermingle, coming together and apart across infinite dimensions. From their mingling, their deaths and births and lives, new permutations, life forms and realities began to form. From their sheddings and waste, fragments of divinity latched onto the pieces of reality that can hold them, making souls.
Now, we live in an age of chaos. The gods look upon the malformed descendants of their waste and dreams with DISGUST, hating that we meager things possess and pervert their own image, and that we seek to transcend our filthy state of nothingness to create domains, avatars, Souls and transcendence of all kinds. Those with power draw more of it into their own gravity, plucking all who manage to ascend from the furthest realms up for their own goals and plots. The worlds at the furthest points of the dreams of the Gods are fragile, suffering from a drought of the concepts that allow their existence, and make prime feeding for Daemons, that same waste of the gods that might become souls which have instead taken to consuming the dreams of the progenitors to ape them poorly. All is madness. Those with power rule, and the weak are pulled into their orbit.
And in the end, all that is left will be Ruin
Welcome to the war.
Welcome to the tale of one of this world's crawling, struggling things.
Welcome to Existence.