The Void Between Worlds
Before there was earth or sky, before the first tree grew or the first river flowed, there was only Ginnungagap, the Yawning Void, a vast and silent emptiness stretching in all directions. It was neither dark nor light, neither hot nor cold, but a space of pure potential, waiting for the spark of creation.
To the north of Ginnungagap lay Niflheim, the realm of ice and mist, where eleven poisonous rivers called the Elivagar flowed outward from the spring Hvergelmir. To the south burned Muspelheim, a realm of fire guarded by the giant Surtr, whose flaming sword cast light into the darkness.
