In the overwhelming depths of the void, consumed by nothingness and driven by sheer will, beyond space and time I carelessly ponder my being.divin
There is no light, and no darkness. There are no stars, nor planets. No galaxies. I am alone.
All around me, the pressure of nonexistence is menacingly echoing a devilish silence. A perfectly ordered chaos.
I am alone. Without a peer to reflect myself upon I cannot know myself, but I know something. I don't understand it, but I know it.
Nothing extraordinary, nothing fancy. A song. A simple tune, catchy and sweet. I am bewildered by how long I've known it,
but unable to comprehend how long I have been aware of it. That perfect melody that captivated my essence.
Even now, fully aware of the existence of meaning beyond myself I am still confounded. So without further attempt to contemplate, I start to sing.
The melody is even more beautiful on the outside. It's not happy, nor is it sad but at the exact time it is both. It's a simple, neither light nor heavy sound
and it propagates through, rippling onward constructing the principles of space and time.
While tinkering and devising I notice the unison and begin to split it, mold it. And lo, the darkness has come to life. Billions of lights sparkle all around,
merrily they whisper their new songs across space and time. The ones that sound similar align themselves together forming beautiful spirals of divine light.
These spirits pour themselves into a ecstatic dance of my new concordant system, rapidly evolving songs of their own.
These new songs are not like my own. In many ways they can never be like my own, they can never accomplish what I have. But they will strive to new goals,
they will reach new frontiers and they will spill out new, gracious creations of their own.
And it was then that their own children started to emerge. Billions of planets each different, each unique. I survey my work from every corner,
for I am within every corner, every molecule and atom of what I've made to be, and that is all that is.
These planets have mountains, rivers and valleys. They have hills and plains and islands and seas, and they are all beautiful. But they are alone.
Devoid of life, of meaning. They are perfect, but for whom? There are no peers to reflect upon, so they can never know themselves.
And so I sung again, the same song but different scale. A different pattern. Somewhere deep within my essence,
a harmony evolved and it is more complicated, more extreme. This is my grand design, my Magnum Opus and it's neither beautiful nor is it revolting.
It simply is. A statement, a fact but most importantly it's alive. And lo, neither it is in my image, but nor is it not.
It simply is. My long awaited peer, and finally I can look upon myself and see. Finally I understand.
I am the Dungeon Master.