There was no noise — not even the faintest of whispers.
Just pure silence... until I finally woke up.
Still a bit drowsy. I rubbed my eyes and checked my surroundings.
Pure darkness seeped into every inch of my vision as I looked around in every direction — right, left, ahead, behind — but the result was the same nonetheless, endless nothingness.
Till all my eyes looked upward as I saw something hung in the starless sky.
...
And there it was.
Something completely indescribable, and indefinable.
Its form was constantly changing, warping, shifting, and abstracting.
It was a beauty of impossible geometric shapes, and structure.
Merrily it danced. As its glistening rays brought an oasis of light amidst this scarce land of devoidness.
Despite how familiar it was to me... I first wandered off.
A strange feeling arose in my mind. Something was wrong.
Specifically... something was missing from me.
So I went ahead to try and search for it, though I don't exactly remember what it was.
The thing from earlier however was still present in my thoughts, as I pondered what it even was.
But for now. I continued to wander the land as I kept checking my surroundings.
Repeating this process multiple times, wandering the barren nothing for... who knows how long?
I don't even know if it could be called "long."
Time and numbers didn't exist yet.
I was strolling on the pathway of infinity.
...
But eventually... after an indefinite amount of drifting or so.
I had come full circle and found myself back where I had originally begun.
And that obscurity? Still present, still... doing that dance.
With absolutely nothing to do in this eternal place and having wandered this coldness, I finally decided to interact with it.
And chose to tap it gently.
Just a single touch...
[DING!!!]
An overwhelming sense of pure recognition surged through me.
As I saw it to begin merging with me — as if it was meant to be.
The recognition struck me to my core, my memories come flooding back.
My Identity, my knowledge, my perception. The TRUTH of it all came back... that thing?
It was my mind.
I saw everything, knew everything, did everything.
The Cognitum... my consciousness, the fountain of ideas, thoughts, concepts, potential, and possibility all stored inside of it.
Drafts that could be.
My feet touched the abyss, and I felt it ripple through my entire being.
The ground was me.
I was everything.
I felt everything.
I was The Egg.
...
Once I recognized my true self and reclaimed The Cognitum I had sealed away during my slumber, I looked around the environment — no longer seeing it as something outside me, but something within.
Everything that could be was in me.
And I could make it into reality.
And so...
my first act as existence itself — the one that felt right — was to create a simple grey cube. I polished it a bit.
This cube will be the first test for everything. It will confirm whether if creation is possible or not. I don't want to repeat what had happened in the past.
I observed the cube's design, smoothness, and color.
Admiring the simplicity, before letting it go... and it fell into oblivion... I sigh.
[CLICK]
I snapped my fingers and it disappears.
The first test was a failure.
I crouched down a bit and laid my palm on the ground.
The ground felt solid, but if my construct were to just fall through it and land into the deep dark.
Then that's a problem.
I had to do something about it. Fortunately... I already had a solution in mind. And it wasn't that hard to execute, all I needed to do was to reinforce the ground, solidifying the liquid void into a harden framework.
Simple enough.
...
After changing the void's composition.
I created another construct, the same simple grey cube, after polishing it again and letting it go...
[THUD]
it hit the ground instead of falling into the darkness below.
A success.
Now that I have confirmed that it is possible to create a place where all things will exist at and call Home.
[CLICK]
I then removed the simple grey cube.
With that finished, I will make five true conditions of existence, fundamental beings that will shape the world that I had wanted so much.
This time... without my actions controlling everything.
And so... from my will.
I gave the right for five beings to exist.
Personified extensions of myself.
Those beings would later be known as The True Conditionals.
As I granted my permission for unmanifested presences to exist.
They first began crafting their bodies. Designing their appearance to their liking.
Their forms were vague at first — indescribable, like shifting silhouettes.
But after a while, as each being manifested one after another... what stood in front of me were no longer just shifting abstractions — but five actual beings.
They were still children — young, confused, and unsteady in their new forms.
They looked around the vast landscape of indifference. While they explore and observe the environment, I thought about creating a name for all of them.
But the first thing I did was telling them I was their father.
The five beings stared at me curiously, before giving a sign of happiness in their own way.
Accepting me as their father.
My five sons...
what shall be their names...?
...
I got it.
The first one I shall call Mythendros, he will be the oldest.
The wisest, and the one responsible for making the drafts into stories.
Writing and inscribing them into existence.
He looked around thoughtfully, instinctively grabbing the air as if there was something there.
And then looked at his own hands.
Realizing he wasn't really holding anything.
I then looked at my second son.
The second one I shall call Nihilkenon, he will be the second oldest.
He shall be the void beyond Home.
The nothingness, abyss, oblivion, and ever-darkness.
And the one responsible for creating the inverse of what the first creates, whatever the first may write and inscribe — he creates the opposite and opposition of it.
He couldn't speak. Couldn't hear. Couldn't see. Couldn't smell. Couldn't taste. Couldn't feel.
The five senses of what makes a being functional are completely gone. Nor did he have the visual physicality of those senses.
The only thing he had... was his silhouetted body covered in censors of constant slithering white lines.
His face though? It was covered by a shaking luminescent X symbol. Like reality couldn't even began to process him.
He could only sense that we were there.
I felt bad.
Incredibly so, but to be the most destructive of all is to be the worst version of what you embody.
He turned towards me, sensing my presence.
He communicated with me through the use of his hands — sign language, I recognized it, but the way he was doing it says he also was nervous.
Barely even able to communicate one word.
He slowly moved his fingers as I watched him create a singular word.
"Hug?"
I stared for awhile, before stepping towards him, crouching down and gently wrapping myself around him.
As I patted his back to comfort his terrible existence.
It was... a long hug, his other siblings joined in.
...
But after some time he finally let go, and the rest did too, I then stood up.
And stared at my third son.
The third one I shall call The Founder, the third oldest.
He will be responsible for giving out meaning, placement, structure, and purpose of what his older brothers create.
His very presence alone was soothing, his brother Nihilkenon, found it comforting.
He embraced The Founder — like he was an oversized plush toy, to be fair he was.
He felt like clouds, fluffy, warm and comfortable clouds.
I let them have their moment, and turned my gaze to my fourth son.
The fourth one I shall call Tachyphosnox, the fourth oldest.
He will be responsible for the continuation, movement, and momentum of everything. Like a conveyor belt, he would need to be constantly moving, for everything that moves requires his movement to act.
Though this conditional authority doesn't apply to his siblings.
He was quite energetic, he kept running around us in circles, jumping, then sprinting through the darkness of this place again, and again multiple times.
A fitting name.
I thought to myself.
And finally... I looked at my last son.
The youngest of them all.
The fifth one I shall call Archivion, he will be responsible for keeping copies, clones, memories, and data of what his third oldest brother curates and places in existence — all based on what his two oldest siblings create.
He observed the environment.
Before flopping down on the ground and sleeping.
It seems like this one didn't want to exist yet.
I chuckled a bit.
And picked him up and placed him on my back.
Letting him sleep as I watched his other siblings interact.
(A few moments later...)
Once everyone had their time and moments with each other, Archivion woke up.
And it was the perfect time to give them their names and purpose.
...
After I gave them their names and purpose... they stared around at the vast field of emptiness, then stared at me, then at each other.
And then... they all decided to hug me.
I stared at them and hugged them back, I could confirm it was absolutely adorable.
After a family bonding moment, I then created my own place to live at.
Outside of the yet to be made place for all beings.
That place I will call The Sandbox.
And I also had let my sons create their own places outside The Sandbox too.
They began building their new homes to their personal liking.
As for my own home.
Stationed completely outside of The Sandbox soon to exist.
I gave it a name that I think fits best — The Penultimate Veil.
I then stepped inside my house.
It felt comfortable, though it was just a vast white empty field.
But it felt like home.
That's all I really needed.
I stared for quite a while... before I began to stroll.
Thinking, wondering what to do with this place... and just when I was saying that I had thought of something.
I had gotten an idea: since my sons were still customizing their homes, and with our plan to make the sandbox later.
I think I would like to rest for now.
Something basic, mundane, and grounded for once.
That will satisfy, not too simple nor too complex.
Just comfort.
And I decided a nice red sofa would appear — designed to be seated for one person only.
And in front of it was a small square TV on top of a small wooden circular table.
I sat down.
The fabric of the sofa was warm, comfortable, and the exact temperature, it was the perfect sofa for me to begin a TV session.
I snap my fingers and a remote spawns right on my right hand.
I click the power button, the TV's screen turns on.
And I switch to a couple of channels.
At first, nothing entertained me.
All the channels were just static, so I kept switching finding the thing that I would really love to watch.
The thing I desired the most at this current moment.
A story.
Eventually... I came across a show called "Existence".
But first I thought about getting a snack and drink first.
[POP]
A salted, buttered popcorn manifested in my left hand, with a drink attached to the side.
I smiled.
I then compartmentalized my mind so I don't get spoilers, knowing what happens next ruins the immersion, and the excitement of tension and drama.
I had always enjoyed stories, the character's goal, the narrative of their world, and everything else.
They always ended up being great, even when their worlds were absurd.
But I know personally that good old existence is a fun chase of joy and entertainment, wandering through infinity and beyond till you age, indefinitely.
I would love to see what my personified extensions of myself will do, without my intervention, and without my control in the past.
I'd like to see where this will go.
I want to see how everything will be shaped by my sons' past, present, and future actions.
It is time for me to just observe.
No more intervening with existence's natural flow.
That didn't exactly end well in the past.
I should had just let everything unfold itself normally, let the things soon to be living there shape the world to what they desire.
Decided by them, and not by a being of everything.
Time to start...
Changing my position to make myself more comfortable, and finally started the first episode of "Existence."
...
[END]