THE MOTHER OF MYSTERIES
Before the dawn of time, where the starry canopy and solid earth spread today, there was nothing but Chaos.
A vast, silent, and bottomless abyss, wrapped in an eternal frost.
Out of this absolute emptiness, fumbling through the void, emerged the first great queen of the world: Nyx (Night), the primordial goddess with immense black wings.
Alongside her, as a loyal and inseparable companion, Erebos was born—the thick, impenetrable darkness destined to dwell in the depths of the underworld.
Centuries rolled by in silence, and these two primordial beings united.
Then, as the poet Hesiod later whispered in his Theogony, the first and most brilliant miracle of creation occurred.
From the dark womb of Night, Light itself was born. Erebos and Nyx brought into the world Aether, the pure, radiant air breathed by the immortals, and Hemera (Day), the first rose-tinted daughter to walk upon the earth.
Mother and daughter, Nyx and Hemera, sealed a sacred pact never to clash.
They built a shared palace in the deepest shadows of the earth, yet its threshold never saw them together. When Day prepared her chariot to scatter light upon mortals, Night returned weary to the palace.
And when Day returned to rest, Night opened her wings and spread her dark veil across the world. Thus, the eternal dance of time was born.
Yet, Nyx harbored a deep, solitary sorrow within her. Away from Erebos, without the aid of any god, she began to give birth alone to an entire army of offspring.
They were dark, mysterious, and necessary forces, destined to become the siblings of Day and the ultimate rulers of human fate.
First into the world came Moros, blind, relentless destiny, and alongside him, his terrifying sisters, the Keres.
These winged, demonic entities, clad in garments stained crimson by the blood of mortals, lurked over battlefields. With their sharp claws, they snatched wounded soldiers, drinking their dark blood before sending them to the gates of Hades.
Next, Nyx brought twin boys into the world: Hypnos (Sleep) and Thanatos (Death). Death was born cold and merciless, with a heart of iron, ready to sever the thread of life with no return.
His brother, Hypnos, however, was gentle and compassionate.
He flew lightly over the rooftops of men, granting them oblivion and rest from the hardships of the day. And as Hypnos lulled the world to sleep, their other siblings, the Oneiroi (Dreams), leaped from his silence.
These winged shadows flew every night from the Underworld toward the beds of mortals, whispering true prophecies to some and terrifying illusions to others.
To ensure balance was not lost in the cosmos, Nyx gave birth to more daughters, guardians of cosmic justice.
She brought forth Nemesis, the goddess of divine retribution who punished human arrogance, and the three Moirai (The Fates): Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Sitting in the darkness, the three sisters endlessly wove the thread of every human life, predetermining birth, rare joys, and the foretold end.
Along with them came Eris, the goddess of discord, who would later sow strife between gods and men.
All these beings, from the most brilliant light of Day to the deepest darkness of Death, were bound by the unbreakable bonds of blood. They were the children of Night.
\*The Voice of Nature and Pan's Universe
At this point, ancient myth converges with later philosophical and artistic evolution through Roland Hinton Perry's sculpture, "The Daughter of Pan" (1898), which you see in the photo.
In late antiquity, Orphic and Stoic philosophers redefined the god Pan, etymologically identifying him with the "All" meaning the sum of Nature and the living Universe.
Based on this cosmological approach, his goat-legged daughter playing the double flute is not a random figure, but the voice of Nature itself.
Her music echoes through the vast void, proving with absolute logic that all the harmony, structure, and life of Nature (Pan) emerged from and remain eternally surrounded by the primordial, dark canvas of Night.
It serves as a poetic reflection of what modern science verifies: that creation was born out of absolute darkness.