Darkness.
'Nothing.'
The Big Bang. Blinding lights.
'Awe.'
Six beings burst to life from the light, each one burning with a different light.
Atticus gasped as feelings not his own tore through him. He narrowed in on the one. Solvath. The brightest. The strongest.
'Wonder.'
'Hope… loneliness.'
Then, beams stretched from each of the lights, colliding in a surge of power. From it, stars, galaxies, and worlds spilled out. Then, life forms began inhabiting them.
Atticus clutched his chest.
'Pride.'
'Purpose.'
'Love.'
It was a love so vast it eclipsed the others. Atticus couldn't feel the other lights' emotions, but he knew.
Love for everything. For all.
Then suddenly, the other lights turned. Five against one. Beams struck Solvath and Atticus staggered under the flood of emotions.
'Shock.'
'Betrayal.'
'Desperation.'
'Rage.'
'Vengeance.'
The brightest shattered the next moment. His light broke and fragments scattered across all of creation.
'Rage.'
'Vengeance.'
