A long silence fell over the place... or rather, the "non-place." There were no moments to count, no heartbeats to measure life. Only Shinkūrei, in the presence of an entity that could not be fully comprehended.
"The time has come, Shinkūrei," Akasha said, her voice emotionless echoing in the heart of the void. "You will not be what you were, nor what you expected. From this moment, you will begin."
The words echoed within Shinkūrei, as if engraved in the core of her new existence.
She said, or thought she said, "But... to where? And how? I know nothing of myself... nor of the world... not even of purpose."
Akasha replied, "Ignorance itself is the beginning of wisdom. If you know everything, what is the point of existence?"
Then suddenly, the void was split by a thread of light... No, it was not light in the tangible sense. It was awareness, presence. With this realization, Shinkūrei began to feel as if something was being built within her… a new memory? A body? An essence?
"There is the root forming…" Akasha whispered, as if observing a distant but connected cosmic event.
"Root? What do you mean?" Shinkūrei asked.
"The root of everything… the first seed that grows in the heart of nothingness. You are the Origin, or at least… one of the possible incarnations of the Origin. This is your test, Shinkūrei. You will fall intoYou will fall into a world that does not yet exist, a world in the making, and you will create it as you live in it."As for me? The Akasha Records record every conceivable and unimaginable possibility, the events that happened and those that didn't happen, and also before the concept of cause and effect, and above the concept of dimensions, and with it the archetypal reality. Shinkūrei realizes anything logically possible. The expanded archetypal reality realizes everything logically impossible. It is indescribable.
"Me? Create a world?" It sounded absurd, almost impossible, and yet… strangely logical.
Akasha repeated, her voice feeling the same emotionless:
"Your power, even if it represents only 0.0000001 of my essence, is enough to change the course of a world. But power alone is not enough. You must remember: everything you create will be an extension of your essence. If your heart is dark, a dark world will be born. If compassion dwells within you, compassion will grow like an unshakeable mountain."There are also infinite possibilities
So this supports, can a human be a god? Well as I explained to you there are levels.
"And will I remember this when I begin?"
"Maybe… maybe not. But you will feel it. The soul cannot completely forget what it was created for."
Awareness glowed around Shinkūrei, and something resembling a shape began to take shape. Limbs, eyes, breathing, a pulse. It wasn't quite a human body, but it was the closest she could understand.
"Prepare, Nava. Shinkūrei you fall into the world, it will be chaos. No rules, no life, no death. You will start at zero, with the first breath, with the first drop of mud, with the first spark of fire. You are the first observation... and the first choice. So choose well."
Shinkūrei said, "Will I be alone?"
Akashic laughed, and her laughter filled all nothingness. It was cold and emotionless, part of the vortex of the true root:
"You will never be alone. I am in you... and the world will speak through you. And you will meet others, whether created by your own consciousness, or drawn to you from the cracks of existence."
Then, suddenly, Shinkūrei fell.
But it wasn't a fall downward, but inward. A vortex of energy, of memories, of concepts yet to be created, swept through her being. And she began to see... strange visions. Mountains without roots, skies that breathed, voices that spoke a language yet to be created. And beings... indescribable beings, some watching, some born from the fragments of light.
And everything jumbled.
Then—
Darkness.
Then—
A first scream.
Then—
Eyes opened to a gray world. The earth was made of coarse dust, the sky was silent, no sun, no moon, only a faint light coming from every direction and nowhere.
Shinkūrei rose, or rather, her body, built for her, her hair blowing windlessly, her bare feet sinking slightly into the soft earth as if made of living ash.
"This is it…" she whispered.
Then she heard it.
Akashic, from within him.
"Welcome to the First World, Shinkūrei. This is the Root of Initiation."
She turned, all silent, but she felt a faint pulse in the earth. As if it were pulsing with life… or waiting for her.
"Is this my world?""Is this my world?" She asked, without direction.
The voice replied:
"No, this is your world when it was not yet created. Now... create it."
And Shinkūrei took her first step.
The earth shook.
The sky pulsated.
It was as if the whole world said:
"It has begun."