It all started with one word. One utterance, one breath.
Calamity came forth. Chaotic and burning, it arose and grew.
Spinning and swirling within the void of nothingness, all things converged and coalesced into form. Torturing itself, rebuilding, re-emerging over and over growing stronger with every new moment. I saw it as it first began …that first spark.
You see, the void was the perfect nothing. It had no shape, no form, no anything. All that laid there was vast darkness. A deep depressing lonesomeness that pervaded through itself wishing to be more than it could be. It didn’t know why it was there, yet it was. The Void was only the base for The Fold. It was created first long ago. It was one of many. A membrane of never ending blank space. A dark canvas upon which a great and inspiring artist could weave a multiverse within.
The Artist had spent countless eons deciding the elements with which to use. As such, The Void remained untouched until that one day. The one moment when many things would begin to unfold, to change, to encompass the whole of the Void and become something only the Artist could truly comprehend. He thought upon it ever so carefully trying to be certain it would be able to sustain itself in meaning beyond what even He had foreseen for it.
Then, with great care, He reached into Himself withdrawing the tiniest seed from his being—a seed of light. A thought of determination removes the Veil that separated His presence from The Void. His inspiration has culminated in this one moment. His hand moves across The Void gently setting adrift the little spark that pulsated within His hand.
He knew that this one little dot would always be a part of Him, but He wished to see how it would become. How it would be seen by those who would emerge? Would they be curious? He felt they would. They might even consider looking for Him one day. He would welcome them. He would watch over them always until that time.
He withdrew His hand from The Void, leaving only the one spark of gleaming, pulsating energy. He stood back. I watched in amazement at His great masterpiece. It seemed perfect just as it was a shining speck of His essence floating upon the nothingness. Then, He spoke.
It all started with one word. One utterance, one breath. Calamity came forth. Chaotic and burning, it arose and grew. And since that day, I’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful.
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Comments
Beautiful imagery! This feels like a spiritual poem (though I think it could be a great prologue to a large sci-if story as well). It’s also an interesting creation myth in its own right - I wonder who the first-person protagonist is, if he was there during the creation? A lot of mystery, and definitely warrants further development into a full-fledged novel - very intriguing!
I haven't really thought about my protagonists identity just yet, but the premise for a large scale sci-fi epic is definitely there. I'm sure going to try to build this one up if I can. Although, it may go more toward the fantasy element than sci-fi. But both aspects will have some prominence. Thanks for the feedback.
Wonderful piece of writing, Akumakaze. It's a nebulous as the Book of Genesis, yet strangely familiar. As told in the first person, I'm wondering where it is going. Somewhere wonderful, I'm thinking. Take it and run.
Bill
I thought about this as a prologue to a possible sci-fi fantasy epic. It could span the entire universe and by showing the beginnings I could create the prime reason for everyone's eventual race toward the finish.
It does however stand alone as a reflective, alternative aspect of the universe's beginnings. I've seen something similar done before, but I was wise enough not to interject my own believes into the mix so I could entice others to draw their own conclusion.
I do plan to expand this one soon. I think it has major promise.
Beautifully worded, Akumakaze. Almost a painting of a moment in time, done with words rather than color. An excellent idea -- 'calamity came forth'. I'll be interested to see where you go with it.
Yeah, I'm interested in seeing where Ill go with it. My first thought is a sci-fi epic centered around the journey to find the Artist, but not for his wisdom or advice. Something akin to finding the ultimate power and warring factions in a race to find it. A bit of myth, mystery, and truth intermingled to create an amazing adventure for my protagonist and his/her foes.
I'm still mulling it over some. Trying to plow through my original novel first though. About to post another chapter of it shortly. See ya around, my dear.
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