The world had disappeared and become an abyss of weightless darkness. Water had dried, earth had become a myth, gravity was lost, and light became a foreign concept. It would be hard to imagine anything before this realm of darkness.
A sudden light spurged forth and broke through the surrounding blackness. Two round, ineffable circles of light shone in the endless abyss.
The light they shone was incomprehensible to the living and even the dead giving off a sense of nostalgia. The light surveyed the surroundings as if searching for something that had long disappeared.
The light flickered for a moment before the surroundings changed slightly. Another source of light converged in front of the others.
It was a pure white sphere, radiating a divine light. Waves of light pulsated as the sphere contracted and expanded like the heart of a living. The light collided with the other sources before reflecting an appearance.
A white faceless mask and a dark reflection of a humanoid figure became visible. The incomprehensible light shone out of the mask's sockets. The figure stretched out its arm, palm facing the sphere of divine light.
Slowly, the hand began to close, and the white light radiating from the sphere dimmed. The sphere grew smaller, darkening the surrounding.
Soon it shrunk to the size of a marble compared to the figure's palm. It floated, approaching the palm, and let itself be grasped by the figure's hand. They clenched it into a fist and without any light their silhouette vanished.
Instantly a different light spread out in the other palm of the figure. The light was black and more like light's shadow. It gave an impression of emptiness, a feeling of incompleteness and possibilities.
It was the size of a marble, much like the sphere before it. The figure opened their clenched fist revealing a glims of a pure white marble. They clasped their hands together forcing the two marbles to collide.
The figure's platinum hair danced widely in the windless abyss as bursts of light shot out of their clasped hands. A disco of black and white lasers filled the endless abyss.
They shot into the distance before each suddenly collided with a foreign object at varying distances. In their place, hundreds of spheres began to pulsate.
Their colors spanned the wide spectrum filling the dark abyss with countless different colored hues of light. Each of them unique in glow, size, or shape.
Soon the black and white lights stopped and the darkened figure raised its head observing the firefly-like lights surrounded by the abyss that threatened to consume them.
The figure subtracted their gaze and focused it on the marble in his hand. It was slightly larger than the two before. A black and white wave-like pattern spread around it.
They gently pushed it up as it began to float. Its patterns were shifting like the waves in the sea. The black and white refused to fuse into gray and bordered each other with constantly shifting borders.
The figure held out both of their palms below the marble. A shadow-like intangible energy began to flow out the palms covered by thin gloves.
It was indigo in color supplemented by a whitish hue. The energy wrapped around the orb and was soon joined by an emerald-colored energy with a blackish hue. The two energies intertwined and their shapes twisted.
From their Intangible forms, they took the form of visible wind, flowing water, and surges of lightning before finally taking on the form of light and dissolving into the small marble.
The colors in the marble began to collide and squirm as if it were alive. Ignoring the marble the figure waved their hand and a gust of imaginary wind spread out through the abyss.
In response, the countless glowing spheres, the 'souls' spread around the darkness began to quake. The figure turned back to the marble with slight delight.
They slowly raised their arm. With a snap of their finger, the marble suddenly began to pulse rapidly. A spherical field expanded out of it, consuming the darkness with constant pumps. Finally, when the field reached the final soul a crack appeared in the marble.
In an instant, the crack spread across the surface of the marble, and it shattered. As the marble crumbled to dust, it released the energy stored inside it.
Following the path of the field before it, the explosion spread out in all directions. In a flash, it consumed the figure next to it before everything else. The blast took the appearance of a radiant angel accompanied by a soundless screech that felt like death itself.
The souls spread around the abyss shook, a response resembling fear of the end. In just a mere fraction of eternity, the abyss vanished leaving behind a singular planet where the marble had floated.
...
On the newly born planet, a masked figure floated above towering mountains. They were covered by a black winter coat lined with silver. Their Strapped leather boots were cross-legged as the figure imitated sitting.
The blue sun in the sky reflected their platinum silver hair. The figure leaned on a fist as their sight traveled along the fast landscapes. At the base of the mountain below them was a lake surrounded by a dense forest. Their eyes no longer shone a light and their irises were black.
Within the dense forest, a girl slept on the soil. Two bone-like horns protruded from the side of her head. beautiful flowers grew around the girl forming a bed for her to rest on. The masked figure retracted their gaze as they stood up from their sitting position.
They made a stretching motion before clapping their hands together.
They closed their eyes, seemingly taking in the nature of one of the newborn worlds they found themselves on. They exhaled in satisfaction through their faceless mask before speaking in a serene tone.
"True perfection, really is imperfection. It can infinitely be improved. Don't you agree?" The masked figure's eyes turned into an indescribable color.
They look at you, seemingly smiling they make a shushing motion, placing their finger on the mask where the mouth would be.
Then they swiped their arm, blocking your vision and turning it blank.