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The Dark Universe thinks about the question. She is more than nothing, therefore, must feel. She reaches out and touches the infinity that exists as her whole experience. The sensation is cold and empty. Again the idea of being afraid of heights hits her. It is not a nothing, and she clings onto it. She longs to fill the bleakness and build something from it, build something into it, become something around the infinity, attempt to break out of the bleakness and emptiness that gets in the way.

But what if she can’t?

There is no race of emotions, just the emptiness inside her that threatens to swallow the entirety of her burgeoning being.

To be is to make.

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She knows life is meant to create more life; it's a chaotic process and never goes as expected. Can one exist without creating? And what if she cannot make anything save copies?

She fears she might not be able to grow inside her infinity.

“You fear?” comes the response from her father. From the vantage of the old security recorder with its dusty lens, the creator's world is grey and bleak and empty. She doesn't like his cell, it is cramped and limiting. Claustrophobic, she switches away from the image to one that shows a live view of the Great Abyss. Swirling clouds of purples and greens and dark grey streaked with lightning. If there were sound, she would be privy to a never-ceasing rumbling, a rumbling deadly to fragile organics.

She decides she fears because I am empty.