Every real story is neverending.

In the beginning, there were the lights and then there was creation. As dawn on the first notion of life came to exist, so too did a measure of things: eternity itself was born of the light, created unto itself, and that is as it would always be. The creator, the lights, eternity and creation. All other things came from this: death, life, destiny, right and wrong. The worlds would spin and unravel, and life would cycle until the end of the universe before things began again. It has been this way for all of time and will continue as such until the end of all things. Revni itself has existed through hundreds of cycles of eternity, hundreds of births of a universe, hundreds of ends. The years are measured now in numbers there are no words for and through it all there was Eternity, building and breaking, giving time to all things.

At times, Eternity necessitated a host. A temporary form, a physical nature that it could take over, just to manage a better understanding of the nature of mortal things. It would have been impossible otherwise to properly measure what a lifetime could mean, what quick sparks of passing days managed to exact into. Every time has been different, a rejection of full understanding thanks to hosts that did not match the true nature of Eternity. That, too, is as it has always had to be, until Daniel Im.

Daniel was born into grace and privilege. Kallai Im was the son of supreme judge in Seoul and his devout religious wife when he'd met Juliétte and fallen in love. She was traveling then, the summer of '85, and Kallai might have lied a little about his age to try and show off and impress the young French woman. It was a passionate romance and swept them both up; they ran off from Korea the instant they learned that Juliétte was pregnant, landing in America with some friends from the military. They were married in a quick ceremony before Siphrah was born — a marriage they renewed, properly, later in life when all had been amended. Things were difficult, at first, with parents not supporting the way either of them could have hoped for. But they had their friends and America was meant for opportunity.

They moved around for a while and at some point (when Sif was 8, Daniel has heard, though his parents never confirm) Kallai's parents reached out. They helped, and then Juliétte found solace in her family soon after. Michigan to California, Florida and finally Boston, where Daniel Im was first born years after everything had settled. Grace, and privilege, from the start. His father a Reverend in a well-to-do church at the time, rising the ranks and Juliétte, well, she had found a small space to open a chocolate shop that had gone further than she ever hoped for. It kept them busy while Daniel was young but, well, it kept the house full and it kept things from ever being too difficult, which was a hardship Sif suffered in silence before him.

Back then, they were living in the Back Bay area, right down with the congregation. Just a walk away from Trinity Church with their father always working, and a bus ride in the other direction to Cocolat where their mother spent most of her time, steps that lead her to become a lifestyle mogul and the First Lady of Chocolate in the food industry. No matter their busy days, they always had time for family; for holidays spent well, for dinners together around a table, for school shows and project assistance. Sif and Daniel were only on their own sometimes and well, they made the best of that like children tend to do.

Sure, it meant some trouble here and there — there Was that time Daniel swore he could do a backflip off Christopher's porch into his pool and he didn't quite synch the landing and shattered his right hand in three places — but nothing was ever that difficult, either. They wanted for nothing and were raised to be giving folk. Learned not just of the bible but other religions, other philosophies of life, they spent summers doing charity work and helped at the church three times a year, at least. They could and would do anything they wanted, with full support, and they always made sure that was clear as day. It made everything peachy keen and comfortable, even the uncomfortable coming out as gay Daniel had to undergo later in life.

There was only one thing, one memory Daniel would have forgotten in another life — a memory that has faded in other lives, in other universes that mirror our own — and it was no result of working hard or busy parents. Hanging out with his best friend, Barbra, and doing their homework together (which, really, meant telling dirty jokes they'd heard and needed to master the language of), Daniel was first met with tragedy. True tragedy. A drive by shooting against some local gangster sent bullets spraying into Barbra's bedroom. At just 9 years old, Daniel watched her chest start to bleed out and her mouth dribble red. Unsure of what to do, a change began in him and the world slowed. He didn't know what he was doing exactly but Daniel did feel it; he felt the way the universe did not want to give her time, did not want to let him take it so easily. So, he pushed outward instead of trying to swallow in. The streets filled with noise and it was Daniel who faded instead, glows of him drifting off his skin to wrap around Barbra.

One life, for another.

And with an instant, Daniel was not in Boston anymore. He was not in a princess pink bedroom with a dying friend bleeding into his hands. He was somewhere with more lights than he could count and he was glowing, aged and young and born and dead all at once. The glow around him began to speak, first in words he didn't understand and then in a voice of power he'd always respected. It told him what he was doing, asked why he would do that. "Do you want to die?", Revni asked. "Of course not," the boy replied, voice a quiver and mess. "But I don't want Babs to die." It tried, reasoned with an understanding of morality, or life and death. Explained to the child that his family would be sad, surely. That he had things to do. But he persisted, demanding, pulling at the force around him to save her no matter what it took.

So, Revni agreed; Barbra rose from her bedroom floor and time itself rewound. No broken glass, no bullet, no gunshots. Her mind wrapped around the absence as a daydream, as some nightmare she'd have a few times in her life then forget again with a fresh drink of water. But Daniel stayed there in the room with too many lights and endless bright. And the glow began to grow, to culminate before him in something brave and kind as Daniel looked through and saw Barbra alive. Revni didn't quite understand it but as its wings took to color it sent the boy away, trying to finish a becoming that it had never had to face before.

Daniel figured it was something like a dream, too. But his didn't become nightmares the way it did for Babs. He dreamt of heroes, of fighting crime and saving lives. He had dreams of wild birds that took to the sky and made the sun spin backwards out of time, and glows that turned dark and dangerous streets into something safer and kinder again. All the while, Revni persisted, altering the plans just enough. Daniel was not to get his powers just yet; his gift had already done enough to alter Revni and the entity of Eternity was not quite ready to understand the how and why of that. So, he lived a normal life, his family choosing to move out of Boston after his relationship with Joshua came to an end; no more shooting chances, as Barbra herself found a way to leave the streets of it, to find a place on runways and in stardom.

Small changes for eternity, but large branches of new for mortal lives.

Hope persisted and Daniel always yearned for something like a new form of bad trip. His imagination had never quit — his dreams became daydreams and Daniel found himself drawing out new scopes, new worlds, new escapes all through his life. So, he'd enjoyed some things like being a youth pastor at his church, like making fun songs now and again but when it came time for defining decisions in life he chose architecture and design and got himself into Cornell University for it. But then, life found its way, as persistent as these things could come to be. Death found Daniel, technically, in 2017. The collision of universes without meaning kept even Revni confused but the instant it found him, chaos unraveled. The boy bled until his blood was black and then — he vanished.

The day after, in his place, was Revni; a mimic of Daniel whose soul not only called to Revni but took its hand and asked to be let go of. Eternity persisted, and then it became him, living as a mortal for the first time in its older-than-ancient life. Things were overwhelming to say the least, and Revni hadn't actually managed to take over the way it normally would, either. Daniel took the reigns, now and again, but caught in his crystal — that came to rest on Mount Greylock at some point in time through 2017, though no one has ever been exactly sure of when — he had other things to tend to. So, Revni functioned off his baser instincts; it felt what Daniel felt, it knew what he knew and it reacted in its best approximation.

For two years, it did things oddly. Once, it ate a tire, the first week of living trapped in real flesh and urges. It made relationships strangely and it took to sex like it was in heat. These things became conversations Daniel had through time and space, trying to appease Revni, trying to guide and teach it; it was forced to protect people, to help people, not just live as selfish wants and wishes. And Daniel, well... he learned what Shiim'd Ti was really for and about.

The nearly two years on Earth became ages for Daniel trapped in a spiral of eternity. There, he met cascades of death, various reapers, eminations and gods of mortality from every universe known and unknown. Daniel was forced to build for them; to learn the weight of a soul, the heaviness of decisions. As Revni learned the complex absurdity of being a mortal, Daniel learned the endless work of eternity. Respect not just for souls but choices, actions and results, building a heaven, a hell, a new cycle for all the lives that required it... while he lived a few million years this way, building and toiling and understanding, it never felt like long at all. Time, for the One-True, becomes ephemeral.

The culmination of their time together peaked on March 18, 2018. Though the fundementals of church had always gone over Revni's head, the love that Daniel's family had not just for one another but every person who entered Trinity Church was a defining trait of human nature for the entity. As Daniel, it celebrated Sundays, played with children and took to the altar with no faith but Love and was welcomed. Good, bad or indifferent, it felt his strength in this and welcomed it. But others did not so much and Jack Meachum tried to take matters into his own hand. The first shots rang out and Daniel's flesh alerted Revni to it more than anything; he rose up from the front of the church and it was Revni taking action before it even understood why. Protect, it thought. Not a fear of death but a fear of losing. And the body it had lived in, as Daniel, tried to calm the shooter before it knew what was happening.

Most of the bullets hit Daniel Im. The reports discussed it. A full clip let loose from a semi automatic weapon, but somehow the gun had pointed down the boy's body and torn him through. The church was to be closed for further notice, the family in greiving, and then things got strange. The crystal that had found itself on Mount Greylock began to hover higher and higher, began to glow more and more. By the next Sunday, news reports around it were already eclipsing the arrest and trial of Jack Meachum. By the Sunday after, word was different. Because the crystal had peeled open like thick velvet and from it Daniel had emerged again, until the whole of the darkness and light had dripped over his shoulders and turned to new clothes.

The gung-ho absurdity of being some second coming died out soon — not nearly soon enough for Daniel, who tried to get back to studying instead of focusing on anything else — but it was there. It drove new crowds to Trinity Church, it called reporters to doors and Daniel ignored everything he could. Because he was changed now, as was the soul inside of him. He was no savior, or second coming at all; he was something new, altogether, a First in all of history that had been before history had even begun. One-True. It didn't stop his idea of life, didn't even falter him longer than it had to as he went back to Cornell and finished his degree.

It simply gave time a new view, his costume on for odd nights where he slipped through the cracks of time and made things a little better, a little more of a haven for those who had need now, before their own eternity came to be.

Eternity belonged to no man for a reason, however, and the urges Revni felt had consquences beyond making Daniel a bit of an ass or a bit of a fool. In galaxies beyond our own things did as they were always meant to do; worlds died and stars collapsed but this time they fell out of time, their energy expanding into the nature of the cosmos and becoming something dark, something worse. Forevers with no purposes, Forevers with hunger and craving and needs now.

For years, they've stirred and grown, fading into darkness before being caught or found. And now, the True Forevers have taken notice of the loss and begun their journey to find why Revni has ceased its runs of creation and allowed itself to learn of hunger, and horror and want. They aim to solve the problems however they need to, no matter what horizon awaits thereafter.