Before anything, there was void. No light, no darkness, no ground to stand on. Then something emerged. Earth. Sky. Desire. Night. They came together and produced the first generation of gods. Twelve Titans. Three one-eyed giants. Three hundred-handed monsters. Their father looked at what he’d made and was afraid. So he buried half of them alive inside their mother’s body. She felt every moment of it. She forged a blade. And her youngest son was the only one who reached for it.

This is the story of how the world began. The void, the first gods, the Titans, and the night Kronos took the sickle from his mother’s hand. Told from Hesiod’s Theogony.