As the snow falls gently from the sky, a diamond-encrusted page emerges from the darkness. It is an ancient page, etched with the story of the beginning of the world. The story is told in a language that is long forgotten, but the beauty of the page is still clear. It shimmers in the light of the moon, a testament to the power of creation.
I am the beginning and the end. I am the one who is always there, and the one who is always new. I am the one who is discovered with every new page, and the one who remains hidden in the depths of the old.