In the beginning, there was nothing. Just an infinite void of nothingness. Then, there was… Her. The Goddess of All Creation, the Supreme Being, the One Who Makes Things Exist, the Queen of Everything and Absolutely Nothing. She had many titles, most of which she gave herself because, well, who else was around to do it?
The Goddess was bored, and as any omnipotent deity would, she decided to create. First, she painted the stars in the sky with a flick of her wrist, then she sculpted planets like a child with clay, and finally, she sprinkled in some life because what's the point of a universe if no one's there to admire it?
She created mountains taller than the heavens, oceans deeper than her immeasurable wisdom, and creatures both fearsome and cute because balance is important. All in all, the Goddess was pretty pleased with herself.
Centuries passed, or seconds for her. The Goddess decided to take a stroll through her favorite part of the universe—Earth. She had a soft spot for it, probably because she had spent way too much time designing all the species, especially the ones with fluffy tails.
As she morphed into a humanoid form, she noticed something strange. There, in the middle of her perfect creation, was… a rock. But this wasn't just any rock. It was a slightly out-of-place rock. A rock that had absolutely no business being there. It was sitting smack dab in the middle of her meticulously arranged flowers.
The Goddess frowned. How did that even happen? This was a mistake. She didn't make mistakes. But she wasn't worried; she was the Goddess of All Creation, the one above all of reality after all. Fixing one tiny rock was a piece of cake.
With a graceful wave of her hand, she called upon her absolute authority. "Move," she commanded softly. The rock did not move.
"Huh?" she muttered, a bit surprised. Maybe there was something wrong. She flicked her finger, this time with a bit more authority. "Move!"
The rock still didn't budge.
The Goddess's perfect face twitched. This was getting ridiculous. She reached out with both hands now, pouring her will into the command. "I said… MOVE!"
The rock remained exactly where it was.
Now, let it be known that the Goddess was not one to lose her "temper", if she even was capable of losing something she didn't have in the first place.
She had wiped out entire galaxies with a giggle and resurrected them on a whim. Even reset the universe countless times just for the sake of it. But this rock? This insignificant little speck of matter? It was starting to get on her very last divine nerve. It hadn't been here all previous variations and timelines of the universe or any of the universes she had created.
"Fine," she huffed.
She she pointed her finger tearing reality itself as she lifted and drew her finger across space. Planets trembled, stars quivered, as she focused all her omnipotent might on the rock. "I command you… to MOVE!"
The Goddess stood there. She glared at the rock, which sat there, as smug as a rock could be.
"Okay," she said, her voice dangerously calm. "You win."