Let There be Light
He had been alone for so long now that the initial sting of total solitude had been replaced with a reverberating, mournful ache that consumed his every thought. Being the only survivor of his kind was far worse than any death he could imagine, but he'd never been given the choice to end his life. As futile as previous attempts had been, ending in heartbreaking failure, the only thing keeping him from disappearing into his own tortured mind was the hope that he could end the cold isolation on his own. Somehow.
He had been given powerful gifts, and he had been desperately trying for so long to use them to create a way out of this hell; he only had one last chance. If his next attempt failed, he would be lost, along with the cosmic memory of all that had been before. He turned with a heavy heart in the swirling darkness, lifted his face with resolve and heard himself speak the words upon which his entire being depended.
"Let there be light."