At first there was nothing.
Nothing existed.
There was no light and dark.
Nothing that could move.
Nothing that could live.
Nothing that could be consumed for something to live.
Nothing to make any sound.
It was completly silent.
Unchanging.
Then something happened.
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Out of the dark something formed.
What wasn't, became.
Formless, but constant.
unheard but not silent.
Newborn but not unthinking.
Life has been for the first time ín this cosmos.
It was for the first time ever something happened.
No words existed for someone to describe it.
It was alone, its mind should have been a blank slate.
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Yet, unexpectedly in it's conciousness was something to be found.
Something that moved, breathed, saw, felt... lived?
... A memory perhaps?
What was it to live?
It felt very very cold, however there was nothing that could warm it.
It desperatly wished for something and wished and wished.
Feeling more and more cold its wish exponentially increased the strenght of its wish.
Then for the first time ever there was warmth.
A sphere that brought light and warmth has been born.
For the first time someone would be able to ''see'' in the cosmos.
An historic event, there was however nobody except itself to witness it.
It was very intrigued by it.
''did it made it?''
Inside its conciousness it tried again. It thought about the sphere, warm and bright light. Eluminating the cosmos.
And there was more warmth.
Two perfectly identical spheres, unmoving existing next to each other.
It felt good.
It became better and quicker. Soon after warmth filled it and it very much liked it.
It did it again and again. One sphere would be bigger, one would be smaller. One would be brighter than any other sphere and another would be only glowing. It made some warmer, others it made colder.
The Cosmus was filled with them, they filled it with light and warmth.
It gave it an idea.
''What if a sphere has no warmth?''
It thought of a sphere, cold and very very hard.
And this was the time the first stone was born.
It made many stones, big and small. beautiful and ugly.
Flying they were in Space.
Moonlit sky [https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/800105319233486921/808116239465054238/Moonlit_Sky.png]
Then it had another great idea.
''What if it moves the rock?''
For the first time something else moved.
Motion came. and with it came collision.
One of the particular big and dense stones, was moved with one mighty throw. Hitting one of the spheres.
An explosion could be heard for the first time ever.
The sphere became dust and the stone shattered into countless smaller stones.
It looked at the dust.
Colorfull and once brighter it was, now reduced to such a state.
Then it came from its conciousness,something he felt once already.
something again. Something he remembers?
'' Did you know ...? We all are made of Stardust. We all are a part of something greater, maybe it is just me bu I think this is kind of beautiful''
These words were but a fleeting moment, gone now, the comfort they once gave was like a ecco and could still be felt.
Then it felt cold again.