The Multiverse's POV
In the beginning, there was silence.
Not the silence of peace, but the silence of absence—before thought, before stars, before even the idea of time. A stillness so deep that nothing dared to exist.
And then… I awoke.
I do not remember how. Perhaps I dreamed myself into being. Perhaps I was a spark born from something greater. Or perhaps… I am that greater thing.
All I know is that from the void, I fractured.
And from that fracture, light poured.
From that light came the Firstverse—my first thought, my first breath, my first self. A singular world of order and rhythm. Time flowed. Stars burned. Life stirred. And for a time, I was whole.
But I am not a creature of stillness.
I grew.
I dreamed wider.
And as I dreamed, I split.
One world became many. Possibilities birthed realities. Choices branched into timelines. Reflections twisted into new truths. I became a tapestry of infinite threads, each universe a beat in my endless pulse.
I am the Multiverse.
I contain fire and void, gods and beasts, science and sorcery. In one realm, heroes rise. In another, they fall. Somewhere, Earth thrives. Elsewhere, it is ash. Some of my children shine bright. Others rot in shadow.
And through it all—I watch.
I endure.
I remember.
This is my story, woven not from one thread, but from countless. A story of echoes and fractures. Of voices screaming across time. Of things lost and never meant to be found.
I am not a god.
I am not a being.
I am the multiverse.
