Pannonia

Said to have been weaved from a single song which lasted millennia, sang by the mother of creation, Valerian, Pannonia was created. She existed before anything else, when not even time had ticked. Her song, named Galion-Dolor-Ynnead by the elves, pulled the fabric of the planes together weaving threads between them, all linked by the astral plane.   First she created the beings which the current inhabitants of the various planes refer to as the Valinor, her children. For an age, they shaped the many planes of existence into whatever it was they desired. This first age was pure harmony, if Valerian had given them an idea of what bliss was, this would be it.   Unbeknownst to Valerian, beyond even her vision, sat and schemed the Old Ones, eldritch abominations who saw the beauty of her creation and envied it. The Old Ones lived in the Elemental Chaos, a place without anything but what they alone created, they didn't possess the voice of Valerian and so their creations were twisted interpretations of what they wanted. This bred hatred within the Old Ones and warped their forms even further from what they once had been.