Adargas had no form.
He was expanded consciousness, thought without borders.
A young Ruler, newly awakened, inexperienced... .but with an ancient will that seemed older than himself:
The desire to create. To exist.
His universe was cold, empty, dark — An abyss without color, without defined purpose.
But to Adargas, it wasn't ruin.
It was potential.
It was a canvas.
And even without hands, he saw himself as an artist.
As an architect staring at his worktable.
In his unlimited perception, the cosmos was an infinite sheet of paper.
No edges.
No limits.
And on that invisible sheet, everything could be written.
Everything could be thought… and thus, become matter.
Time, there, was not a line.
It was a sea.
An ocean of possibilities waving in all directions.
Past, present, and future coexisted like colors mixed in the same ink.
Adargas saw everything.
Every future.
Every failure.
Every victory.
And he learned — on his own — That to err was part of succeeding.
In his brothers' perfection, he saw rigidity.
In his own imperfection, he found freedom.
Beauty wasn't in absolute symmetry,
But in the harmonic chaos of quantum possibilities,
Where every deviation opened unexpected paths — And every mistake, a new beginning.
So, even before creating matter... Adargas created himself.
He slowly took form.
A shape that reflected his universe: Silent, dark, deep — But full of sleeping light.
He shaped himself to exist within the creation.
And when he finally looked at himself... He understood he was more than thought.
He was presence.
His gaze wandered slowly, covering all that existed.
His ideas, now denser, began to take shape.
Creation no longer feared him.
The universe recognized him.
Then something caught his attention.
Among immense, vibrant, connected galaxies… There was a discrete, spiraled, humble one: The Milky Way.
It didn't shine brighter than the others.
It displayed no colossi, no majestic orbits.
But within it, there was something… subtle.
A rhythm.
A silence.
An echo of something Adargas didn't even know he was looking for.
His consciousness, once scattered, condensed.
Like focusing a lens to see better, he zoomed in.
His essence concentrated in one point.
And in doing so, he realized:
He was no longer the same.
No longer the young ruler born of the will of Nothingness.
Now, he was experienced.
He was creator.
He was presence.
So, he dove into his ideas.
He traveled at infinite speed — the speed of thought.
No force in the universe could stop him.
No barrier could contain his will to see, understand, validate.
He crossed his own worlds.
Passed through the orbits he'd drawn, the nebulas he'd blown into shape with a gaze.
Each curve of space was a stroke of his brush.
And like an artist before signing, he reviewed everything.
And everything was good.
But when he reached the point that had drawn his attention… there, at the edge of that forgotten galaxy… he saw.
He saw chance accomplish the unthinkable.
He saw a blue dot, surrounded by emptiness… but pulsing.
A different planet.
Blue. Alive. Imperfect. Beautiful.
Adargas saw everything was aligned.
His spilled ink on the paper had taken shape.
He was complete.
But… he felt something was missing.
For the first time, he turned his thoughts to Nothingness.
And then, he understood: Nothingness had not wished to exist out of need — But out of a desire to share existence.
Adargas, son of the Nothing, had to do the same.
To share.
He descended to the blue planet.
Not as a conqueror — But as an artist in ecstasy before his masterpiece.
And when his eyes touched the colors — The blue of the seas, the green of the forests, the golden hue of the rocks… Something exploded in his essence.
Two unique, unknown feelings invaded him at once: He understood… and loved.
And at that moment, he was no longer alone.
At his side appeared two shy figures,
Like four-year-old children walking beside their father.
Each held one of his hands.
One looked at the world with attentive, serene eyes — Akasha, the understanding of the feeling.
The other smiled at the colors, as if the universe embraced him back — Elshua, the feeling of understanding.
And Adargas… smiled.
For the first time.