The void was infinite. An expanse of pure nothingness stretched in all directions. There was no up, no down, no horizon. Time did not exist, for there was none to perceive its essence. Space was meaningless without form, and form was yet to come.
And then, Existence was.
It was not a dramatic birth. There was no sound, no flash of light. It simply happened, like a sudden thought arising in a silent mind. He did not have a body, for there was no world to hold it. He did not have a name, for there were no lips to speak it. But he was aware. Of himself. Of the void around him.
"I am"
It was the first thought, the first awareness, and the only truth he could grasp. He floated in the endless nothing, and in his solitude, the questions came. "What am I? Why am I here?" The thoughts were quiet, gentle in the emptiness, but persistent. They filled the space around him, reaching out into the vast, formless expanse.
But there was no answer. Not yet!
Time passed, though it was not felt as time. In the void, Existence was untouched by the ticking of seconds or the passing of eons. He simply was, suspended in a place where nothing yet had shape. As his thoughts wandered, a deep, silent yearning stirred within him. He wanted to understand, to know what lay beyond this emptiness. He longed for something more than just being.
Then, like a soft whisper in the stillness, a presence emerged. It was not physical, not something that could be seen or touched, but Existence could feel it. It was vast and immeasurable, yet it felt near, as if it had been there all along, waiting for this moment.
A voice spoke—not with words, but with understanding, a knowing that filled every part of Existence's being. It was like warmth filling the cold void, like the first light of dawn after endless night.
"You are the first."
The words emerged through him, not just heard, but felt deep within. Existence trembled—not from fear, for fear had no place here—but from the weight of the presence before him. It was powerful, beyond anything he could comprehend, yet there was a gentleness to it, a kind of infinite patience.
"Who are you?" Existence asked, though the concept of "asking" was new to him. It felt strange, this desire for knowledge, but also natural, as though he had been created to seek answers.
There was a pause, not in time, but in feeling. The void seemed to hold its breath. Then the answer came, not in a single voice but as a multitude, a chorus of understanding.
"I am GOD!, the Creator"
The words echoed through the empty expanse, and in that moment, Existence felt as if the entire void trembled with the power of that name. He knew, without needing to be told, that this presence was the source of all things. The void, the stillness, even Existence himself—all of it had come from this force, this Creator.
"Why am I here?" Existence's thoughts flowed out freely now, his curiosity unfolding like a bloom in the darkness. He had no fear of asking, no hesitation. It was as though the questions were part of him, placed there by the very force he now spoke to.
"You are the first," the God said again. "You are the Witness, the one who will observe all that is to come."
"Observe?" The word felt strange to him, though its meaning came easily. He understood that it implied watching, seeing without interference. But for what purpose? "Am I to do nothing but watch?"
"For now, yes." The God's presence felt closer, more intimate, as if they were no longer separated by the vastness of the void. "There will be time for more, but first, you must see. For from this nothingness, all things will come."
Existence tried to grasp this, but the concept of "all things" was beyond him. He had known nothing but this empty expanse, this timeless void. What could possibly come from it? And yet, the Creator's voice was filled with a certainty that left no room for doubt.
"Will I be alone?" Existence asked quietly. There was no sadness in the question, only the raw curiosity of a being newly born, trying to understand his place in a universe that hadn't yet begun.
"You will never be alone," the Creator assured him, and there was a warmth in the words, something comforting. "For as long as you are, I will be. And soon, you will not be the only one to witness what is to come."
Suddenly, Existence felt the void around him begin to shift, almost imperceptibly at first. It was as though the very fabric of the nothingness was stirring, preparing for something. The stillness was breaking, the silence about to end.
"What will happen?" he asked, his voice tinged with a newfound anticipation.
"Creation!" God's voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of inevitability. "Watch, and you will understand."
And so, Existence did as he was told. He focused his awareness, stretching it out across the infinite black. He could feel something gathering, a power so vast that it filled every part of him, humming with potential. It was the beginning.
A spark flickered in the distance, a small, fragile light in the midst of the endless dark. At first, it was barely noticeable, like a single grain of sand in a vast desert. But then it grew. The light expanded, stretching outward, sending ripples through the void. Stars ignited, galaxies spun into existence, and with each passing moment, the light blossomed into something magnificent.
Existence watched in awe as the universe was born before his eyes. The void, which had once seemed so endless and empty, was now filled with light and movement. Time had begun. Space had shape. And reality, in all its vast complexity, unfolded like a great tapestry.
"This is your purpose," the Creator's voice whispered through him, soft but unwavering. "To witness the birth of all things, and to understand that from nothing, everything will rise."
Existence watched the stars, the galaxies, the newborn worlds spinning in the distance. And as he did, he felt a strange sensation stir within him—a deep, quiet longing. He was the first, the observer, but even now, as he watched creation take its first breath, a question remained.
"Is this all I am meant to do?" he asked quietly, more to himself than to the Creator.
But the Creator's presence had already faded, leaving Existence alone once more. Alone, yet not truly alone. For now, there was something in the void—something beautiful, something alive.
And Existence understood that this was only the beginning...