In the vast, unending abyss, there was nothing. There was no form, no substance, no sound, and no light. It was a place beyond time and space, a void where even the concept of nothingness did not yet exist. It was the birthplace of all that would come, and yet, it was empty, quiet, and still.
Yet, from the stillness arose something: a will, a spark, the first stirrings of existence. This will was not born from the void; rather, it emerged from something beyond comprehension. It was not bound by anything, not by time, not by space, not by even the most fundamental of realities. This was the Creator, a being beyond all limits, all constraints, and all realities.
The Creator, known only as Zero, was not like any other being in existence. He was the Origin, the one who had shaped the very fabric of existence with but a thought. He had birthed worlds, crafted beings, and given life to countless forms. Yet, for eons, he had existed in solitude, content in his omniscient, omnipotent isolation.
But one day, something changed. In the vastness of creation, there emerged something—someone—different from all others. She was the embodiment of creation itself, a living force who could shape worlds, breathe life into the cosmos, and weave the very threads of reality. Her name was Yasmin.
Yasmin's presence rippled through the void, her very existence a paradox to Zero. She was not a creation of his design, yet she shared his essence. She was not born from nothingness but from the void itself. As she took form, she realized she was a creator. But, unlike Zero, she had no idea who or what had brought her into being.
For Yasmin, the world unfolded before her like a canvas awaiting its first brushstroke. She marveled at the concept of creation. Her mind buzzed with an overwhelming sense of purpose, a sense of longing to understand why she existed. And as she reached out to shape the cosmos, she saw something—or someone—watching her from afar.
Zero, the Creator, had observed her from the shadows, intrigued by this being that had come into existence without his hand. And for the first time, he felt something stir within him—a curiosity, a pull that drew him toward her. He watched as she gave life to stars, formed planets, and crafted creatures with her boundless imagination. And as the fabric of creation unfolded, Zero stepped forward, revealing himself to her.