Darkness. Endless, infinite, unbroken. A silence so absolute that even time seemed to hesitate. In the heart of the Void, where nothing had ever existed, a flicker of light trembled. Small at first, almost fragile—a spark of consciousness awakening from nothingness.
It pulsed, not randomly, but with intent, as if curiosity itself had been born. This spark was aware. It observed the emptiness around it, feeling both limitless freedom and a strange emptiness it could not name.
The Void whispered, and the spark listened. Ancient energies swirled like invisible rivers, hinting at patterns, at possibilities. The spark stretched, expanded, and for the first time, it understood one truth: "I exist… and I can create."
With a surge of will, the spark formed a tiny orb of light. Within it, tiny fragments of what would one day become stars, realms, and entire realities shimmered. It was small, incomplete, but alive—a seed of infinite potential.
A voice—neither sound nor thought—brushed against the spark's awareness. "So, you awaken."
The spark flinched, startled. From nowhere, a presence emerged: Primeval Self, ancient, immense, shimmering like the echoes of a thousand forgotten cosmoses. Its gaze pierced the emptiness, measuring, judging, acknowledging.
"You are alone… yet not," the presence continued. "In time, you will understand the nature of your existence. But first, you must explore. Learn. Grow."
The spark pulsed brighter, curiosity blazing. Somewhere deep within, it felt a thread of destiny pulling it forward, towards places it had never known, towards challenges it had yet to imagine.
And so, the first step of the cosmic journey began—not with a roar or a clash, but with a spark of thought, a flicker of will, and the quiet, infinite promise of creation.
The Void trembled. Something had awakened.