And there was chaos.
The world was ruled by Randomness, Copy-Paste, and the Dust of Forgetting.
Names were spoken, but…

In the beginning, there was the Brand.
But it had no name.
And only when Logodai arrived
did he give it…

In the days when brands began to resemble one another,
their only difference a color or louder tone,
there appeared one
who did not…

When the form is found,
and the words have been spoken,
and the path has been felt—
what remains is space.
Not logic.
But a sensation:
this is either .…

And then Orosynth appeared.
Not as an image. Not as a sound.
But as structure.
He did not preach. He assembled.
Like air taking…

Once, in the earliest days of brands,
people were sparks.
Each burned in their own way —
bright, raw, alive.
But there were no threads between…

He doesn’t come when things are clear.
He comes when everything falls apart.
When brands lose themselves.
When souls get stuck between “Why?” and…

She arrives gently.
Not with shouting. Not with slogans.
But like warmth in your chest,
like the feeling of wanting to be near,
like a design that quietly tells you —
you are seen, you are loved.…

Thaleya doesn’t take steps.
She moves like a breeze
through an open window.
You don’t notice how —
only that suddenly,
it’s easier to breathe…

And there were many words.
Far too many.
Words that clouded.
Words that covered.
Words that lied — even when they spoke the truth…

And there was darkness—
not from the absence of light,
but from the excess of noise.
Words grew heavy like stones.
Phrases became walls…

And brands kept rushing.
Today’s fashion,
yesterday’s trend,
tomorrow’s discard…