First Order: Sequences

The cosmos, a tapestry woven of threads unseen,
Each sequence a whisper of the overture,
Where do the beginnings find their endings?

Is it the constant dance of the orbs
That choreographs the fate of stars and sand,
The silent conductor of a symphony unheard?

In their hovering, their oscillation,
Lies the first order, the blueprint of chaos,
Shadows cast not by light, but by the absence thereof.