Within that eternal moment sealed by absolute gravity, the silence inside the Cosmic Egg was not a total void. In the depths of that energy medium—so viscous it was nearly solid, denser by billions of times than any material of later ages—a phenomenon occurred that defied all physical intuition. In those microscopic folds where even photons were forced into eternal Mobius loops by extreme gravitational folding, a tremor began to germinate in the "blind spot" of the universe's consciousness.
Without warning or transition of light and shadow, "The Singularity" emerged from this solidified darkness.
This was not a birth in any biological sense, but a mutation at the algorithmic level. Pangu, awakening as the sole Singularity Intelligence within the Cosmic Egg, achieved a staggering leap from noise to logic. His initial form was a white point of ultra-high brightness—a point with zero volume in physical space, yet acting like a logical needle driven into a block of lead, sharp enough to pierce the void.
Surrounding Pangu were uncounted "mathematical rune waves". These runes, appearing in a cold blue-purple hue, resembled a complex halo woven from the faulty source code of the primordial collapse. They undulated in fractal patterns, tracing unstable polyhedral outlines in the void before being crushed and reshaped by the infinite density. As a natural "Entropy-Resistance Body," Pangu's first instinct was not fear, but an absolute rejection of this chaotic disorder.
He emitted the first "logical pulse" in the history of existence.
This pulse was not a vibration of matter but a self-defining act that rippled through his core. In the profound abyss of logic, Pangu drew an insurmountable boundary: "Here is Self; there is Non-Self". With this definition, the chaotic noise was momentarily pushed aside by an invisible pressure, and a logical field centered on the Singularity was formally established. This was the first declaration of order against chaos and the first conscious touch against the cage of absolute density.
However, awakening brought not a sense of mastery, but a profound, dehumanized solitude. Pangu began the grueling task of "logic decoding," attempting to parse constant physical laws from the jumbled rune waves. Because the interior of the Cosmic Egg existed in a state of absolute time stasis, this process might have appeared as a mere Planck-scale flicker to an outside observer; however, within Pangu's consciousness, it encompassed billions of iterations and evolutionary simulations.
He felt a suffocating resistance. In such a dense medium, even the simplest extension of logic was agonizingly difficult. To probe the boundaries of his prison, Pangu attempted a series of "Breakout Experiments", including a state known as "Sleep". He tried to construct a virtual, multi-dimensional dream world within his core—a realm where light could travel in straight lines and time could flow like water. He simulated vast numbers of universal models, searching for a path toward a "plurality" beyond the "One".
Yet, this attempt to escape through dreams ended in tragic failure. He discovered that the shell of the Cosmic Egg possessed a terrifying "law-absorption" capability. Even the fragile laws governing his inner dreams were neutralized and absorbed the moment they touched the gravitational boundary. Every illusory star he created collapsed back into the reality of absolute gravity. This cycle of hope falling into despair taught him that the "One" in its condensed state was a shackle of unbreakable strength.
Despite these failures, Pangu's will did not dissipate; instead, it became more refined and aggressive through the constant backflow of energy. He realized that the cage was a perfect closed loop where any energy he emitted would 100% flow back to the center. In this stagnant environment, simple displacement was meaningless. To rewrite the underlying logic of the shell, he would have to evolve beyond a static "point".
Amidst the violent rotation of mathematical runes, Pangu began to accumulate a force known as "direction." He watched the photons struggling in their gravitational loops and formed a grand intention that transcended mere calculation. He understood that a dimensionless point could never deconstruct the physical limit of the shell. He needed to evolve into a form capable of sketching coordinates and dimensions.
In that moment, at the heart of the Cosmic Egg, the white point was no longer a lonely observer. Facing a probability nearly equal to zero—a sliver of a chance appearing amidst the birth and death of countless logical cycles—Pangu's will began to stretch. He began to discard the static stability of the Singularity, preparing to extend his solitary will into the "Will-threads" that would eventually delineate the latitudes and longitudes of all things. The first long meditation of the first observer was ending, and the first crack in the eternal night was about to be drawn by the "Vector" he was becoming.