There was no noise. Not even the faintest of sounds. Just pure silence... then I decided to wake up.
Still a bit drowsy. I rub my eyes and check my surroundings. Pure darkness — like I was blind.
I stared at every direction, right, left, front, back — it was the same outcome, nothingness everywhere. Then I looked up and saw something in front of me, something that I couldn't exactly describe yet. Its form was constantly changing, abstracting. But somehow it felt connected to me in a way.
But first I wandered off. Trying to search for something that I felt was missing from me though I don't exactly remember what it was. I continued to walk, and walk... and walk. Staring everywhere even though there really wasn't anything to look at. I kept staring at all directions simultaneously, constantly observing the nothingness.
I continued to walk the barren nothing for... who knows what? Time and numbers didn't exist yet. You could say I had walked for an eternity. But eventually... after an indefinite amount of time or so. I had gone full circle and went all the way back to the very start.
That strange thing was still there, constantly changing its form and abstracting endlessly.
Having wandered this infinite nothing. I finally decided to interact with it. And chose to tap it gently.
Just a single touch...
[DING!!!]
An overwhelming sense of pure recognition surge into me. It merged with me. And I had realized that strange thing... it was my mind. I saw everything, knew everything.
The Cognitum... my consciousness, the fountain of ideas, thoughts, concepts, potential and possibility all stored inside of my mind. Drafts that could be, My feet touch the empty abyss and I had felt it on my body. I touch the ground with my fingers and felt something warm on my back. The ground was me. I was everything. I felt everything. I was The Egg.
...
Having recognized my true self, it seems like The Cognitum. That I had compartmentalized during my slumber in this void. Now regaining it back, I stared at the environment. No longer recognizing it as something outside of me but inside of me. Everything that could be was in me. And I could make it into reality.
And so...
my first act of existence that felt right was creating a simple grey cube. I polished it a bit.
Admiring the simplicity before letting it go... and it fell into oblivion... I sigh. I snap my fingers and it disappears. I crouch down a bit and touch the ground once again. It felt solid, but if that construct were to just casually ignore the ground and fall into the deep dark. Then that's a problem.
I had to do something about it. Fortunately it wasn't that hard, I first had to harden the ground. And to do that I had to change the composition of one of my cells that was this entire void. Which was easy to do.
After changing the void's composition. I created another construct, the same simple grey cube, after polishing it again and letting it go...
[THUD]
it hit the ground instead of falling into the darkness below. A success. Now that I have confirm that it is possible to create the sandbox where all things will exist at and call Home. I then remove the simple grey box.
And from my will. I gave the right for five beings to exist. Personified extensions of myself. Those beings would later be known as The True Conditionals. They began crafting their bodies. Designing their appearance to their likings...
their forms were vague, indescribable, like shifting silhouttes at first.
But after awhile, what stood in front of me were five beings. Still children, young, and confuse. So I first gave all of them a name. Told them I was their father.
My five sons stared at me curious, before giving a sign of happiness in their own way. Accepting me as their Dad. Confuse... curious... but happy.
The five brothers... the first one I will call Mythendros, he will be the oldest. The wisest, and the one responsible for making the drafts into stories. Writing and inscribing them into existence.
The second one I will call Nihilkenon, he will be the second oldest. He shall be the void beyond existence. The nothingness, abyss, oblivion and ever darkness. And the one responsible for creating the opposites of what the first creates, whatever the first may write and inscribe — he creates the opposite and opposition of it.
The third one I will call The Founder, the third oldest. He will be responsible for giving out meaning, placement, and purpose of what his older brothers create.
The fourth one I will call Tachyphosnox, the fourth oldest. He will be responsible for the continuation, movement, and momentum of everything. Like a conveyor belt, he will be required to be constantly moving, for everything that moves requires his speed to act. Though this effect doesn't affect his siblings.
The fifth one I will call Archivion, the youngest of them all. He will be responsible for keeping copies, clones, and data of what his third oldest brother curates and places in existence of what his two oldest siblings make.
...
After giving them their names and purpose... they stared around at the vast field of emptiness, then stared at me, then at each other. And they decided to hug their siblings.
I stared at them. And I could say it was absolutely adorable.
After a family bonding moment, I then created my own place to live at. Outside of the yet to be made sandbox. And I let my sons create their own places outside the sandbox too. They build their homes to their personal likings.
As for my own home. Stationed completely outside of the sandbox soon to exist. I gave it a name that I think fits best — The Penultimate Veil.
I then step inside my house. It felt comfortable, though it was just a vast white empty field. But it felt like home. That's all I really needed.
I stared for quite a while... before I began to stroll. Thinking, wondering what to do with this place... and just when I was saying that I thought of something.
"I'm a genius. Quite literally."
I had gotten an idea. Since my sons were still customizing their homes, and with our plan to make the sandbox later. I think I would like to rest for now.
And as simple as that, a nice red sofa appeared — design to be seated for one person only. And in front of it was a small square tv on top of a small wooden circular table.
I sat down. The fabric of the sofa was warm, comfortable, and the exact temperature, it was the perfect sofa for me to begin a tv session.
I snap my fingers and a remote spawns right on my right hand. I click the power button, the tv's screen turns on. And I switch to a couple of channels.
At first I didn't really see anything that would entertain. All the channels were just static, so I kept switching finding the thing that I would really love to watch. The thing I desired the most at this current moment. A story.
Eventually... I came across a show called "Existence".
But first I thought about getting a snack and drink first. So I simply made it come true.
On my left hand a salted buttered popcorn manifested along with a drink incorporated with it.
"Perfect!"
I compartmentalized my mind so I don't get spoilers and future knowledge of what will happen next, so I won't ruin the excitement of tension and drama. I had always enjoyed stories, the immersion, the narrative, their always tend to be great, even when their world was absurd.
But I know personally that
good old existence is a fun chase of joy and entertainment, wandering through infinity and beyond till you age indefinitely
I would love to see what my personified extensions of myself will do without my knowledge of everything and my intervention in the past.
I'd like to see where this will go.
What will happen, and how our past, present and future actions will shape the sandbox where all things will live at.
Time to just observe, no more intervening with existence, that didn't end well in the past.
I should just let existence unfold itself naturally, let the things soon to be living there shape the world they'll live in.
Time to start...
I then adjusted my position to make myself more comfortable and started the first episode of "Existence"
...
[END]