Before the dawn of affection, love was a mere whisper on the winds of creation. It entered humanity's realm not as a benevolent force, but as an entropic weave, an assembly of remnants from forgotten realms. Scholars argue—conflicted yet inexorable—that the essence of love was first manifested during the celestial alignment of the seventh moon, when chaos and harmony danced in a cosmic duet.
Crossroads exist, each fork in the path representing a divergence in love's timeline. Decaying like autumn leaves, these narratives fragment and combine with others, creating a tapestry of complexity. Each thread tells a tale: forbidden alliances, rivalries turned tender, promises etched in shadows. As these tales decay, new meanings emerge, drawn from the ashes of what once was.
Yet, as entropy itself does, love reflects the decay and renewal of its own origins. It embraces all—joy and sorrow, unity and division. Its nature is to disrupt and reconstruct, leaving in its wake a landscape of withered roses and seedlings, each representing a cycle of creation. Love's transformation is ongoing; it ebbs like the tide on an ancient shore, carrying echoes of a forgotten genesis.