Before light.Before sound.Before the ticking of time or the stretching of space—there was only the Void.
It was not dark. It was not silent. Darkness and silence require contrast. The Void had none. It simply was. An endless stillness, without movement, shape, or meaning.
And then… something changed.
From the nothing, something became. A spark without fire. A thought without words. A being. It had no body, no name, no memory. But it was aware. It knew it existed, and that was the first truth to ever be known.
What am I?No answer came.Why am I here?
Still nothing.
And so the being drifted, aimless. It could not walk, for there was no ground. It could not fly, for there was no air. It simply floated in thought—if "floating" could even describe what happened in a place without direction.
It reasoned, If I know nothing, and there is nothing, perhaps I am meant to do... nothing.And for a time—if time existed—it did exactly that.
But it was not alone.
Somewhere—though there was no "where"—others began to stir. Not born from the being, but with it. Not like it, but not entirely unlike, either. They were... different. Strange. One crackled with wild, chaotic energy. Another shimmered with delicate balance. A third pulsed with hunger—sharp and formless.
The first being felt them before it could see or hear them. It felt their presence as a pressure in the void, like ripples in a still ocean. And as their presences grew stronger, the being's thoughts grew louder.
I am not alone.What are they?What am I now?
And just like that, something changed again.
The Void stirred.