Scene 1 – The Twilight of En Sof  

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The screen opens to “En Sof,” a dimension beyond space and time. Its landscapes are made of constantly shifting plasma currents, pulsing like great rivers of translucent energy. This is the home of the “Est Lux,” beings of fluid light who have dwelled in this realm since time immemorial.  

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Among them stands YahWeh, also known as Brahma, the entity who now contemplates the imminent end of his kingdom. En Sof is dying. Its energetic structures begin to dissipate like a candle slowly flickering out. The Est Lux feel the fragility of their foundation. Their cycle is coming to an end. Vishnu, YahWeh’s younger brother, and Shiva stand silently, merely observing and reflecting.  

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The Dialogue of the End

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YAHWEH-BRAHMA (thoughtful, watching the plasma flows fade)

 

"The light that formed us is fading... What remains after the end?"

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VISHNU (softly, as galaxies gutter like candle flames in his palms)

"What always remains, brother: the breath between cycles. You built this world from a whisper—does the architect mourn when his sand mandala is swept away?"

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SHIVA (opening his third eye, a flicker of blue fire)

"Mourn? No. The sand was never yours. You shaped it; I unshape it. The Est Lux fear dissolution, but they are merely returning— to me." (His voice is the sound of glaciers cracking.)

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VISHNU 

smiling, as a lotus blooms and withers in his hand

"And I will dream them anew. But tell me, Shiva... When you swallow the last star, what will you taste?"

 

SHIVA 

(grinning, wild and serene)

"Silence. The same silence that cradled us before the first 'Let there be.'"

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YAHWEH-BRAHMA 

(closing his eyes as his throne dissolves)

"Then let it be silent."

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(The last light flickers. Vishnu exhales—a universe sighs into sleep. Shiva raises his trident—the first note of the requiem.)

 

Babylonian Enuma Elish, Tablet IV): 
"Like Tiamat’s corpse split by Marduk’s winds, En Sof fractures. YAHWEH—once ‘El Elyon’ (Genesis 14:18)—clutches the Tablets of Destiny, but their cuneiform cracks under his touch. ‘Let there be light’ now echoes as a curse." 

  

Egyptian Coffin Texts, Spell 76): 
"The Est Lux flicker like Atum’s first tears, their light dissolving into Nun’s dark waters. VISHNU murmurs: ‘Even Ra must sail the midnight bark.’"

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The Est Lux communicate through vibrations, their energies shimmering in golden and silver tones. Some accept their fate; others search for a new path. YahWeh, unlike the others, refuses the end. He feels a call within himself. 

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AiN SOF - DIMENSIONAL CHAMBER - ETERNAL TWILIGHT

  

    
A swirling abyss of colors pulsates around the vast CHAMBER of EN SOF. A cosmic architecture, both ethereal and menacing, looms overhead. At the center, YAHWEH, an imposing figure cloaked in starlight, stands before two massive orbs representing his brothers' realms. SHIVA, adorned in shifting blue flames, leans against his orb, arms crossed. VISHNU, his face serene yet troubled, hovers beside him, his aura rippling like water.      

Kabbalah - Zohar 1:15a, Sefer Yetzirah 1:1): 
"The Ain Sof contracts (Tzimtzum), its infinite light recoiling into ten shattered vessels (Sefirot). YAHWEH, once the pillar of Tiferet, clutches at the collapsing geometry of creation. ‘Before One, Two, Three, there was Aleph’—the first letter flickers in his throat, unspoken." 
                

   YAHWEH    
    (voice booming)    

 

       The end is upon us. AIn Sof crumbles.     
       We cannot linger in this void.    

  

Old Testament (Psalm 82:6-7) 

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 "I said, ‘You are gods (Elohim), sons of the Most High; nevertheless, you shall die like men.’" 

    

SHIVA's eyes narrow, reflecting the chaos around them.     
    
           SHIVA    
      (smirking)

   
       You think it wise to drag us into your chaos?     
       You know the risks.    
    
           YAHWEH    
           (growing impatient)    

       We have to create a new dimension.     
       A sanctuary from this madness!    
    
     VISHNU shifts, his demeanor calm but urgent.    
    
         VISHNU    
           (cautiously)    
       

       If we create a universe, we risk losing ourselves.     
       Can we mold it without it consuming us?    
    
          YAHWEH steps closer, energy crackling.     
    
           YAHWEH    
     

 We have the power! This universe will be     
       a canvas, a rebirth. Our destiny awaits!    
    
    SHIVA rolls his eyes, stepping forward.    
    
      SHIVA  

  
       Every creation demands a sacrifice.     
       Are you prepared to pay the price?    
    
     A sudden, ghostly WHISPER echoes through the chamber, chilling the air.    
    
       WHISPER    
       (ominous)  

  
       Power begets power... and darkness.    
    
        YAHWEH clenches his fists, defiance flaring in his eyes.    
    
 yahHWEH

   
       Let the darkness come! I will not cower     
       in the shadows of uncertainty.    
  

     Vishnu    

    (softly)  

 
    VISHNU glances at SHIVA, who shrugs, intrigued.    

                  
       And what of us? What place will we hold     
       in this new design?    
    
     YAHWEH's voice rises with fervor.    
    
       YAHWEH   

 
       We will be the architects of our fate!     
       Together!    
    
The chamber trembles, fissures of light manifesting as YAHWEH raises his hands, manipulating the energy around him.    
    
       SHIVA    
      (grinning)   

  
       Now that’s a spark worth igniting.     
       Let’s create chaos, brother.    
    
Sparks of energy dance between them, swirling rapidly, their fates entwining.    
    
          VISHNU    
         (concerned)   

  
       Beware the path you tread.     
       The balance must be maintained.    
    
As the energy reaches a fever pitch, YAHWEH's determination hardens to steel.    
    
   YAHWEH  

  
       We shall forge a universe that shall not only     
       defy En Sof’s demise but also define the essence of godhood!    
    
The chamber erupts in a blinding light.     
    
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EXT. NEW DIMENSION - COSMIC VOID - MOMENTS LATER    

 

    
A vortex opens, drawing all three beings into a tumultuous swirl of light and darkness, the universe taking form amidst their energy. 

                         

  

Scene 2 – The First Movement of Creation 

 

  

As En Sof collapses, YahWeh focuses his consciousness into the infinite, searching for a new domain where existence can continue. He channels the remaining energy of the Est Lux and shapes it with his own essence. Waves of light explode, breaking through the limits of En Sof. A new dimension begins to emerge, composed not only of plasma but of matter—something unprecedented. Empty space now gains form, and the first particles gather like seeds of a new cosmos. 

  

But upon observing his creation YahWeh notices something unexpected: matter behaves on its own, independent of his will. Structures are born without his direct command. This independence unsettles him—he believes creation should follow his supreme order.  

YAHWEH (watching galaxies emerge without his absolute control  

 

 “My will shapes them, yet they follow their own paths... What does this mean?”  

  

Greek (Hesiod’s Theogony, Line 116) 

 "First came Chaos, then Gaia… and Eros." 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Scene 3 – The Dissolution of the Creator 

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The newly formed universe expands rapidly, its cosmic laws establishing themselves. YahWeh tries to reassert control, imposing his force over space, but he realizes his influence is diluted across the vastness.  

  

He feels something never experienced in En Sof: limitation. His essence begins to fragment, scattering in all directions. The plasma that forms him now integrates into creation—becoming part of the stars, atoms, and matter itself.  

    

YAHWEH (voice increasingly dispersed)

  
 “I am the origin... but I am no longer the center.”  

The act closes with a wide shot of the expanding universe, no longer reliant on YahWeh’s will. He is now part of the creation but can no longer control it as he once imagined.  

 

  

Scene 4 – The Fragmentation of Consciousness  

 

  

The universe expands beyond what YahWeh can contain. New forms of energy emerge, escaping his understanding. He tries to regain control but realizes he is no longer a singular, absolute being. His own essence begins to divide. Each galaxy, each star, each moving particle carries a fragment of his consciousness. He is no longer a single entity but an echo spread throughout creation. He dissolves and, after a long time, reorganizes—but incompletely, and very differently.  

  

The camera slowly pulls back, showing the cosmos pulsing with its own rhythm. The Creator realizes he no longer governs. He is part of the universe, but he cannot dictate it.  

YAHWEH (fragmented voice dispersed through space)  

 

 “Creation shapes me as much as I shape it... But is this my end?”  

  

The screen fades into darkness, closing the first act.

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Texts Corrupted/Invoked: 

Bhagavata Purana 10.14.11 – "Time reduces even the eternal to dust." 

Zohar I:15a – "Before the world, only the Unknowable… and even it was not safe." 

Nag Hammadi, Apocryphon of John – "The Creator fashioned a world to flee the wrath of the True Light."