Before worlds, before magic, before anything… there was simply a thought.
The first thing I've felt was... silence, not the typical silence I thought it would be, only silence that could be described as the nothingness, no wind sound, no breathing, no time flow... just nothing.
An endless, quiet absence of everything.
Then
Boom!!
A huge, hard, and cold beat emerged from within me, like something ancient awakening from a sleep older than time itself. The sensation spread slowly, strangely unfamiliar... yet oddly natural, as if it had always belonged to me.
It was cold.
But within that coldness, there was the faintest hint of warmth, a weird kind of heat that spreads within the coldness... something i kinda knew.
Then something changed.
Not around me. but within me.
Something began to open... slowly, carefully, the very first moment of awareness has been born.
Then my eyes started to open. or at least, that is the closest way I can describe it. and as that moment unfolded, something appeared before me.
A white... substance?
A color?
No.
Somehow neither of both.
Something I had never seen before...
before?... weird.
... yet something that felt strangely familiar, as if it had always existed within me.
It did not shine. nor did it move.... It simply was.
Endless, quiet, and surrounding everything.
Then I felt something.
Two presences drifting beside me, one to my right and one to my left, gently hanging in the quiet stillness.
And then another two below me.
Strange. yet deeply familiar.
They did not feel foreign to me, nor new. It was as if they had always been there, patiently waiting for my awareness to notice them.
I knew them very well, even though I knew nothing… or maybe everything.
They were arms.
And legs.
And somehow, without understanding how or why, I felt a quiet realization forming within the endless silence.
I existed.
The black mist started to emerge from within the whiteness as another loud boom sound erupted from it.
In what felt like nothing, all colors and shapes started to emerge from the collision of the two colors, spreading through what felt like infinity.
As the moment unfolded and my consciousness continued to awaken, the feeling of nothingness kept fading as I sensed something beginning to move, not within me,
but all around me… strangely, through everything.
I knew it… very well.
It was something I could understand, since it had emerged from me anyway, yet somehow it felt strangely familiar… like I had known it even before.
"Time flow."
A sound.
It was faint at first, almost too soft to notice, like a ripple passing through still water.
The strange part was not the sound itself… but where it came from.
It came from me.
I did not understand it at first. Even though the vibration felt familiar, and deeply natural, like something that had always belonged to me but had never been able to use it before.
It was warm, alive, and somehow… it felt like a piece of my own existence escaping into the void.
Only then did I realize what it was.
A voice.
My voice.
The very first sound I had ever made.
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After I started to adapt to my consciousness, to my existence, I began moving my body—my arms and legs. I took a glance at my surroundings: total void, strange fogs of shifting colors, bright shapes that seemed infinitely far away. Heavy coldness spread through everything.
Then the first emotion emerged—a squeeze on my stomach, on my ribs, in my breathing.
Another strange feeling, as if I had always known it.
And surely, an annoying, persistent sensation.
"Fear," I said, somehow knowing exactly the origin of this feeling.
Not through raw information or knowledge, but instinctively—something I understood even though my existence had only just begun.
I realized this emotion came from another, older feeling.
"loneliness," The fear of being alone in this void forever.
My eyebrows instinctively furrowed in an expression of annoyance.
Then somehow, I knew exactly what to do.
My hand lifted on its own, and a single word emerged through my mouth.
"Creation."
Then.
The space before me began to shift—stretching, folding, squeezing, and expanding all at once. From the nothingness, a shape emerged. Not slowly, not suddenly, but as if it had always existed.
A vast, round presence, glowing faintly with the echo of colors that had never been named, hovered in the void.
I looked at it. Its shape seemed to echo through my vision.
And then… the third emotion emerged.
Satisfaction.
I took a step to the familiar shape in front of me, through the void of space-time, and it felt as if I were walking through something born of myself—unfamiliar, yet strangely natural.
And thus, the first habitable planet was born.