A mother's womb is a safe haven for an unborn offspring. As the tummy grow, so as the child's conditions. But there are only six entities who carried those conditions, their shoulders held the burden of more than 7 billion people.

Balance is everything for the human condition. Their very existence are like a domino-effect; if one falters, all will go down with them. 

As centuries flow like a hungry river, surpassing the polished stones which later presided over by garbage, the flood of time engulfed the living and the dead. One must perished for the survivors to move on, and vice versa. 

Many had died in vain and naught, whether murder or suicide, famine or danger, crime of passion or premeditated act. Ignorance has becoming a bliss for the majority of the population. Little by little, the numbers are deducted yet accumulated at the same time. That mattered less for one of the entities, for her millennium worth of effort to build a bleak universe will give birth to a fine product she grasped tightly in her wicked hands. 

Who is the fault of such drive, that remains a question. All entities of the human condition are obliged to be obedient to each other - all for one. Their independence to stabilize the scale of the universe began to waver as the taint of the world has weighed one side more than the other. 

Just like the eggs, only one can penetrate the walls for a human creation. Just like her alias, the root of all evil - once detached from the soil, the tree of goodness will fall into temptation.

All for one is no more, but one for all is her very desire.

And she is the one who will rule everything.