Once upon a time, the universe was void, ruled by nothingness. A king stood next to that queen - he was the mc. The mc didn’t need a name, but for the sake of convenience, he chose one, Muimina. It symbolized how pointless his existence was, and how detached he felt about himself. He also didn't have a gender but just to make it easier for him reference himself in his thoughts, he chose one - a male. This was but a play of him a to entertain himself, entertain his dull and tasteless 'life'. However, he didn't succeed.

There was nothing to do, nothing to enjoy, nothing to sadden about. He found nothing to frustrate about, nothing to hate about, nothing to stay indifferent about just endless null. He couldn’t even hate his existence. His own limitations dug into his mind.

Yet he knew. He knew that the beginning would come. He knew that these emotionless days were going to end. He knew...

As he waited, he was extremely impatient. He fought the urge of showing his forever hidden emotions as he knew he was coming to life. He knew that he would take shape. He felt that the universe will take shape and that his god, with his almighty pen, would write his experience using his true self.

He would finally reject this pseudo immortality given to him by his non existence and gain his true self. He would finally take form and stay as a legend in the minds of millions for eons to come. He beleived the masterful god would write him into existance, no, he understood with an absolute clarity that such a generous god do this for him.

As hours became days, these days became months. Overtime, these same months became years and these years ascended to eternity. The mc no longer counted these years and months as he waited for ever and a day.

He waited for the moment when neither sound nor sight or smell would matter. The moment where no kind of picture, idea or thought mattered. He yearned for the one moment of creation. A creation that came after the infinite waiting.He desired the chaos and despair of creation that came after destruction - he awaited genesis.

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With a sudden boom loud enough to ripple both time and space, the moment of creation occured. It didn’t take billions or millions even eons to form all that exists. It took no process, no refining, no clashing or forgeing. It took no consistency, no logic to happen. It just appeared like a puff of smoke from a magic trick. It just appeared, that's it.

The planet, the world, the universe exploded into existence with this sudden anticlimax. Throughout space, multiple races were born...wait a second. My bad, they too just appeared. Throughout the planet, for convenience's sake let’s call it earth, numerous humans appeared. The mc too appeared.

As every damn little creature just appeared, above their heads materialized a machine. It had the shape of a half-sphere, decored with blue and red as multiple buttons shined indicating its electronic frame. The weird looking helmet moved as if pushed by an invisible force before the device plunged onto the head of Muimina.

As the helmet covered his head, mutiple thoughts rushed into his mind. He was a child at some point. He had a childhood female friend, and he had some trouble with some magical organization. That's it.

Thinking that it was anticlimactic, Muimina turn around, waiting for something to happen. To his surprise, nothing did. He couldn’t help but question, ‘was that it? What is the difference from before?’ His moment of creation occured with such an instantaneous conception that he almost failed to realize it happened. Almost.