Nunet/Nu (NOO-net / NOO)

They are called *The Stillness Before Sound*, *The Watery Veil*, and *That Which Holds All Things*. Nunet—known in some forms as Nu—is not a god in the usual sense, but a **presence that precedes identity**. Born before sky, before light, before names, Nunet is the embodiment of the **primordial abyss**, the **deep water of non-being** from which all creation emerged. Neither male nor female, neither above nor below, Nunet is the fluid memory of what was before the gods spoke themselves into existence.   Where others take form, Nunet offers space. Where others divide, Nunet contains. In the myths of old, they were never worshipped with temples or crowned in gold—for they were **too vast to name**, too present to depict. And yet, all gods know them. Every pantheon carries whispers of the one who came before the beginning. When creation pushes outward, Nunet remains underneath, a great silence that cradles all sound. Their power is not in action, but in potential—the unshaped possibility of everything.   Nunet appears not as one who rules, but as one who *remembers*. They speak rarely, for language is too small to hold them, but when they do, their voice is a tidal stillness that bends thought toward truth. Though androgynous, their form flickers—sometimes sharp, sometimes soft—as though the very notion of gender struggles to settle upon their body. Their gaze is moonlit water: reflective, absorbing, impossible to read. It is said that to look upon Nunet is to remember a time before you were born and feel no fear in forgetting yourself again.   They are not a creator, yet without them, nothing could be created. They do not love as mortals understand it, yet everything rests in their embrace. Nunet walks through the realms unseen, flowing through voids and shadows, folding time inward like ripples in a boundless well. They do not govern the waters; they *are* the waters—those that came before rain, before rivers, before tears. They are the still womb of night from which all dawns are born.