Existence had never questioned his purpose before. From the moment of his creation, the universe had unfolded before him like a vast tapestry, each thread a masterpiece of light, life, and beauty. His role had been clear; to witness, to observe the wonders of the Creator's work. And for an unknown span of time, he had done just that.
But now, the certainty that had once guided him was breaking down.
As the dark presence retreated back into the void, its chilling whispers echoed in Existence's mind: "We are not the enemy. We are the balance." The words gnawed at him, opening the clarity he had once felt so deeply. Could there be truth in what the darkness had said? Was it truly part of the natural order, destined to coexist with creation itself?
And more disturbingly—had the Creator intended for it to be so?
Existence floated among the stars, deep in thought, his gaze drifting over galaxies in their infancy. He watched as planets were born, as life blazed into a thousand worlds. But now, each sight was wounded by the creeping realization that everything he observed—every burst of life, every flash of brilliance—was destined to fade. The darkness would come for it all, in time.
He reached out with his mind, seeking the familiar presence of the Creator, hoping for guidance, for answers. But just as before, the Creator's voice was silent. He could sense the Creator's power, vast and every where but it remained distant, as if its attention was consumed by the continous act of creation.
A wave of frustration surged within Existence. He was no longer okay to simply 'Watch'. There were questions burning inside him now, and they demanded answers.
He needed to know.
Without any hesitation, he dived deeper into the fabric of the universe, beyond the realms he had once known. He traveled through star systems and passed through nebulas of swirling gases, his mind reaching further than it ever had before. He had seen creation in all its glory, but now he sought something else. He sought the truth about the balance, about the darkness that claimed to be his equal.
His journey took him to the edge of a galaxy where no life was yet born, where only the sparkles of creation remained. Here, in the vast stillness, he sensed something; an anomaly, a place where the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and bend. It was a place not touched by the Creator's hand, a void where even the laws of the universe seemed to fail.
Existence slowed his approach, cautious. There was no light here, no stars to shine in the way. The darkness was absolute, more tangible than it had been before. It came to him, as though it had been waiting for him to arrive.
And then, in the heart of the void, he saw it—a tear in the fabric of the universe, it seemed to pulse with a cold, dark energy. It was unlike anything he had ever witnessed. This was not part of the natural order. It felt foreign, unnatural, as though it did not belong in the Creator's design.
Yet, it was here. And it was alive.
A voice, cold and familiar, echoed from the tearing. "Existence... you seek the truth."
He recoiled at the sound, recognizing it at once. It was the darkness—the same presence that had whispered to him before, but now it felt stronger, more direct.
"You," Existence said, his voice steady, though his mind churned with unease. "What is this place?"
"This is where the balance was broken," the darkness replied. "Where the first seed of doubt was sown."
Existence hovered before the tear, the coldness of it seeping into him. "The balance... what do you mean?"
"You have seen only the surface of creation, Existence," the darkness continued. "You believe that the universe is a perfect work of art, that the Creator's design is flawless. But even the greatest works can have flaws. There is more to this universe than you have been allowed to see."
Existence frowned. "Flaws? No creation is without purpose."
The darkness shifted, swirling around the edges of the tear like a smoke. "Ah, but purpose does not always mean perfection. Even the Creator, in all His power, did not anticipate everything."
The words unsettled him. "What are you saying?"
The darkness seemed to pulse with a evil energy. "The Creator did not foresee me."
A silence fell between them, the weight of the revelation pressing down on Existence like a choking cloud. The Creator had not intended for the darkness? How could that be? Was it truly an anomaly, an unforeseen consequence of creation?
Or was the darkness lying?
The uncertainty gnawed at him. If what the darkness claimed was true, then the very foundation of his existence—his role as the witness to a perfect creation—was in question. Could the universe truly be flawed? Was the darkness a mistake?
"No," Existence said firmly, shaking his head. "You twist the truth. The Creator does not make mistakes."
The darkness laughed, a low, chilling sound. "Believe what you will, Existence. But know this: the Creator's silence is not out of wisdom. It is out of Ignorance. You were made to watch over a universe that is far more fragile than you know. The cracks are already forming. And soon, the balance will tip."
As the words sank in, Existence felt a strange sensation stirring within him—FEAR. It was not an emotion he had never experienced before, but now it gripped him with an cold hand. Could the darkness be right? Could the universe truly be on the verge of collapse?
He looked into the tearing , its darkness expanding with an energy that seemed to mirror his own uncertainty. There was power here, power that felt ancient and raw, older than anything he had ever encountered. And yet, it was incomplete, as though it was searching for something, reaching for something beyond the void.
"I will find the truth," Existence said, his voice filled with determination. "I will speak to the Creator again."
The darkness chuckled softly. "You may try. But even the Creator cannot undo what has already begun."
With that, the presence faded, leaving Existence alone before the tear. The coldness of it still dwell in the air, a reminder of the unsettling truth he had just uncovered.
Existence turned away from the tear, his mind racing with questions.
" I need to speak to the Creator again, to understand the truth behind this balance, behind the darkness. But more than that, I need to know if the universe—the very thing I had been created to is in danger.
And if it is, what could I do to stop it?.. "