Cole stared at the window, there was this pain ge couldn't feel, it was a pain that was even worse than what death would feel like. But despite it, it didn't hurt him, no it felt as if it was 'healing' him.
But at the moment, the pain increased,increased,increased,increasedincreased,increased,increased,increasedincreased,increased,increased,increasedincreased,increased,increased,increasedincreased,increased,increased,increasedincreased,increased,increased,increasedincreased,increased,increased,increasedincreased,increased,increased,increased
And then, his entire body bloated up and exploded, despite that he was still in his room, Watching the fragments of his body,Watching the interior of his house,watching his siblings,parents,friends,strangers,the moon,the sun, the stars,the
void.
Cole was everywhere and nowhere at once. His awareness expanded infinitely, stretching beyond the limits of comprehension. He could see the dust on the windowpane, the curve of the Earth, the vast galaxies swirling in the cold embrace of the cosmos. And yet, he could also see nothing. The pain was gone, leaving only a strange, hollow peace.
He floated there, bodiless, observing everything and nothing. Time no longer flowed as it once did—it bent, twisted, and collapsed upon itself, creating an endless loop where the past, present, and future all existed simultaneously.
Cole watched as his life unraveled before him in a kaleidoscope of moments. There he was, laughing as a child in the backyard. There he was, crying silently in his room after his first heartbreak. There he was, holding his sister's hand in a hospital waiting room.
And yet, it wasn't just his life he saw. He saw the lives of everyone he had ever known. Their fears, their hopes, their secrets—laid bare before him. Strangers he had brushed shoulders with on the subway, distant ancestors he had never met, even lives from distant worlds he could not have imagined before.
The fragments of his body drifted like stardust, dissolving into the universe, and he realized something profound.Â
He smiled,smiled,smile,smiled,smiled,smiled,smile,smiled,smiled,smiled,smile,smiled,smiled,smiled,smile,smiled,smiled,smiled,smile,smiled,smiled,smiled,smile,smiled.
He was insane and then a single word came out of his mouth. "This place is no fun, i can't touch it because of him"
He was looking at something a human mind could never comprehend, it was an existence which surpassed his new one, it was the creatior,the destroyer, It was the Primordial One.
"Ok, if i can't touch this one, i'll leave it and go somewhere much fun" Cole's voice echoed in the infinite space around him, reverberating across dimensions in ways that defied all logic. He wasn't speaking with a mouth anymore; he wasn't even sure if "he" was still a "he." His existence felt fractured yet whole, a paradox that mirrored the vastness of the multiverse.
The Primordial One didn't respond. It merely observed—or perhaps it did something beyond observing, a sensation Cole couldn't fathom. Its presence was suffocating yet distant, immense yet intimate, like the weight of a trillion suns pressing against his fragmented awareness while simultaneously cradling it.
Cole grinned—or the metaphysical essence of a grin formed somewhere within him. "Fine, you win this time. But I'll find my fun elsewhere. You can keep your little experiment, your 'reality.' It's too… fragile for me anyway."
The Primordial One didn't blink—didn't flinch. It remained as it was, an eternal presence that loomed over everything and nothing. Yet there was something in its stillness, a whisper of acknowledgment that rippled through Cole's being. It wasn't a warning. It wasn't even a command. It was simply truth.
Cole turned—or rather, his essence shifted, folding through layers of dimensions like flipping pages in a book. He felt himself being pulled toward something, a rift, a tear in the infinite tapestry of existence. It beckoned him, shimmering with chaotic potential, and he eagerly answered its call.
As he approached the threshold, he paused, glancing back—or trying to. Behind him, the Primordial One remained, motionless yet omnipresent. Around it spun the fragile threads of the reality Cole had left behind—Earth, humanity, the moon, the stars—all hanging by a delicate, cosmic thread.
He laughed, a soundless, boundless laugh that shook the fabric of the rift. "Let's see what kind of trouble I can stir up next."
And with that, he plunged into the rift.
And then he arrived in another world, it was big, bigger than the earth,bigger than a fozen galaxies. "Interesting,Also my name seems to have changed, i don't even have a soul anymore nor a consciousness, interesting well i should create a body for myself, let's see, The age should be young, probably like 16, well that was my original age anyways, but i'll make myself shorter and have no gender,organs or anything like that,
just a pure androgynous form. Something simple, yet unsettling. Yes… that will do."
In an instant, the swirling chaos of the void began to respond to his will. Particles of light and shadow spiraled together, condensing into a humanoid form that was neither male nor female, neither young nor old. Its skin was smooth and pale, almost translucent, with faint veins of light running beneath the surface. The eyes—if they could be called that—were empty voids, reflecting nothing and everything at once. he made a long mouth with no teeth but had the vastness of space and the weight of time, it was an endless void that lead into his new body, he made it ao his body could transform into anything or anyone he glances at. The body shimmered with an unsettling fluidity, shifting slightly in the way that light bends around corners, as if reality itself had been rewritten by the mere presence of this new form.
Cole—if he could still be called that—floated in the void, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction. His new form was a perfect reflection of his fractured mind, an embodiment of boundless potential with no fixed shape or identity. He could be anything, anyone, at any moment. The possibilities stretched out before him like an infinite expanse of untapped power.
With a thought, the void around him began to warp. He extended his awareness outward, exploring the dimensions that collided within this new world. The very fabric of existence seemed to respond to his presence, unraveling and reweaving itself in a dance of creation and destruction.
After a while he glanced back at the body. "So i will lose a bit if power if i put myself in this limitless body, but at the same time this body is immortal to, and if i don't choose to enter this body, i will aimlessly wander and soon unable to create my own physical body, as a newborn this is actually something like a bug in a game"
He didn't think twice and then, everything went silent, the body floating around the atmosphere of this world suddenly twitched and with it , he awakens.
He had no need for clothes yet he still made them, he had no need for succh worldly things…but old habits die hard, and Cole wasn't dying anytime soon.
He looked down at the large world and slowly began to descend, as he did he felt many restrictions being applied to him…but they weren't enough, As he descended more his aura took on a tangible form.
First it formed into insects, Butterflies that flew around, then they became eggs and those eggs hatched to create new life, they were tiny humanoid beings that had wings and floted all around Cole, as he descended further down, the beings began to change and grow bigger.
This phenomenon was merely the unconscious release of his energy mixed with the worlds, the beings evolved rapidly, each one reflecting a part of his consciousness, a fragment of his limitless potential. These new creatures were strange, like something out of a dream—a hybrid of light, shadow, and a deep, mysterious energy that hummed with ancient knowledge. They grew, morphed, and interacted with the landscape, turning the world below into a living organism, shifting and pulsing in sync with Cole's descent.
As Cole reached the surface, the ground beneath him cracked open, releasing tendrils of energy that twisted into bizarre and beautiful shapes, forming mountains, rivers, and skies that bent and reshaped in his image. The atmosphere itself became thick with possibility, as though the entire world had been waiting for him, ready to be molded and shaped by his will.
He stood there, floating above the ground, observing the creatures now gathering around him. Some had wings, others had multiple limbs, and some were entirely formless, existing purely as extensions of the space between light and shadow. They didn't need to speak; they simply understood, connecting to him in ways beyond mere comprehension.
Cole stretched his mind, reaching out to the world around him, manipulating the very essence of reality. The air shimmered as he twisted the natural laws of the world, bending gravity, time, and space into his vision. It was exhilarating, but there was an odd sense of emptiness beneath it all. The power, the limitless potential—it was all there, and yet, it felt hollow.
"What now?" Cole whispered, his voice reverberating in the void. He had everything he could ever want—a world of his own, a body that could change at will, infinite power—but there was something missing. Was it purpose? Was it meaning?
His thoughts were interrupted by a ripple in the air, a flicker of something… familiar. A presence. Something—or someone—was trying to reach him. "Father, this world actually used to be lifeless, but then you came along, at first i had no consciousness and no will, but as you continued descending for the past Ten thousand years, a lot of things have changed, thank you Father."
Cole turned slowly, his translucent, otherworldly form shimmering in the strange light of the world he had inadvertently created. The voice—if it could be called that—resonated not through sound but through the very fabric of the reality he now inhabited. It came from everywhere and nowhere at once, a deep and solemn echo that felt like a heartbeat.
"Father?" he repeated, his empty, void-like eyes narrowing as if focusing on the source of the presence. "I didn't create you deliberately… so why call me that?"
The air around him trembled as the voice responded, this time carrying a sense of warmth, awe, and devotion. "You did not create me in the way you think. Your descent, your energy, your essence—it gave me form, gave me thought. Every crack in the ground, every breeze that stirs, every star that blinks in the sky above—it is all because of you. This world was nothing until you came. You are the catalyst. The origin."
Cole tilted his head, his featureless face betraying a hint of amusement. "Interesting," he mused. "I descend, and suddenly, a 'child' is born from nothingness? How very poetic. And what do you call yourself, little… consciousness?"
The voice hesitated, as though unsure. "I… I do not know. I am the world, but I am also… me. I exist because you exist, so perhaps I should take the name you give me."
Cole chuckled, the sound rippling through the air and making the ground shudder. "You rely too much on me already. If you're going to call me 'Father,' then learn to stand on your own. Name yourself, for better or worse."
The silence stretched for a moment as the consciousness seemed to contemplate this challenge. Then, finally, it spoke with newfound resolve. "I am Eris. The balance and the chaos of this world. Your presence has given me awareness, but I will create my purpose."
"Eris," Cole repeated, the word rolling off his ethereal tongue like a hymn. "A fitting name for something born of my energy yet seeking its own path. Very well, Eris, what do you intend to do with this purpose of yours?"
"I want to become your Home, this universe is empty, i want to evolve into something more" Eris said, Cole smiled, and then raised his hand.
"Let me ask you a question child" His voice was heard all around the world.
"What is the purpose of a fish
that swims in an endless ocean? Is it to survive? To explore? To multiply? Or perhaps… to be caught?"
Eris hesitated, the question rippling through the layers of reality that formed her essence. "The purpose of a fish… is not defined by the ocean it swims in, nor the creatures that watch it. Its purpose is its own. It simply is."
Cole's smile deepened, a strange mixture of approval and mischief. "Good answer, Eris. But remember, even the ocean can be shaped, its currents bent, its depths changed. If you wish to evolve, then know this: purpose is not something you wait to find. It's something you create."
With a single motion, Cole stretched his hand toward the sky. The very air shimmered, and the stars above began to shift and dance. Eris gasped—not in fear, but in awe—as the world itself responded to Cole's power. Mountains erupted where there had been plains, rivers carved paths through unyielding stone, and the sky split into endless hues of light and shadow.
"This is my gift to you, Eris," Cole said, his voice carrying an authority that made the world tremble. "I'll shape the boundaries of your existence. But it is you who will decide what lies within them. Will you remain an empty world waiting to be filled? Or will you create something no one, not even I, can predict?"
Eris's presence swelled with determination, her voice growing stronger. "I will do more than exist. I will thrive. This world will become a reflection of us both—your chaos, my balance. Together, we will make something… eternal."
Cole laughed, a sound that shook the heavens. "Ambitious. I like that. Let's see if you're ready for the responsibility you've claimed."
With a flick of his hand, the beings born of Cole's descent—the butterflies, the winged creatures, the formless masses—stopped their erratic evolution. They turned toward Eris, their gazes expectant, waiting.
"They're yours now," Cole said simply. "Guide them. Shape them. Give them a purpose. But know this, Eris: if you falter, I won't step in to fix your mistakes. This world, and all that comes of it, is yours to nurture—or destroy."
Eris hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of Cole's words settle over her. But then she straightened, the essence of her being radiating with newfound resolve. "I won't falter. I'll show you, Father, that I am worthy of the life you've awakened in me."
Cole nodded, satisfied. "Good. ThenÂ