In the depths of darkness, at the very beginning of universal history, even before time and worlds began, there existed a Witch, the embodiment of the spider’s dream of Pride. Her essence permeated space, and her shadowy webs intertwined with the darkest corners of the universe. Unfathomable wisdom and an endless thirst for power were her source of strength, and her hubris was so great that peaceful worlds trembled before her majesty. She had once witnessed the birth of stars and planets, natural disasters and the evolution of life. She watched every breath of the universe, feeding her ambition from its infinite energy. Her power was boundless, her wisdom unfathomable, and in every corner of the dark cosmos her presence was inextricably linked to the origins of evil and mystery. But even in the face of such universal power, the Witch never felt fulfilment. Her hubris knew only one direction — upwards, towards the infinite pinnacle of power and control. She sought to immortalise her name in the immortal annals, to glorify her greatness forever. And when the last whisper of time fades, when the last star is extinguished and worlds fade into darkness, she will remain — a dark shadow, eternal and invulnerable. The witch will weave her webs in the dark expanse beyond time and reality, ready to continue her dark dance even after the resolution of the world and the oblivion of all things.
