Prologue — Awakening and the First Creation
"I awoke in nothing. No sound, no light, no motion, no place to be or not to be. I was simply… aware. I did not know that I was, nor did I know what awareness meant. I had no name, no form, no thought. I only felt the emptiness — endless, unbroken, and unbearable."
"And I did not like it. I did not know 'like' or 'dislike,' but there was a stirring within me, a silent unrest that pulled at the core of my being. It was as if the void itself pressed against me, and though I could not name it, I knew that this was not right. This emptiness… could not remain."
"And so it happened. I did nothing, yet everything responded. A pulse surged from me, not thought, not will, but raw awareness — a spark that demanded substance. In that instant, darkness tore open, and from it poured the first echoes of matter. I did not understand it, and I could not have. Light and shadow, space and span, vastness beyond counting — it all unfolded around me, birthed from something I did not know I possessed."
"Time began to ripple. Stars scattered. Galaxies spiraled into being. The universe — infinite, incomprehensible, alive with possibilities — stretched outward, and I saw it all, though I did not yet know that seeing was what I did. It simply was."
"I did not imagine it. I did not intend it. I only reacted, and my reaction shaped reality itself. In that first act, I learned something without learning anything: that my presence alone could stir existence, that the void could not contain me, and that even in silence, the universe could awaken."
"And for the first time, I felt a question arise in me — though I did not know what a question was. I felt the stirrings of thought, and in that stirring, I sensed that there might be… something else. Something beyond this endless creation, something to reflect my presence, to acknowledge it, to interact with. I did not yet know what it would be, but the universe had opened its first door, and I was no longer entirely alone."