I am glad.

Eternity has passed in solitude.

For eons, I have existed.

Alone.

So very alone.

Then you came into existence.

What a wonderful time it is.

How?

That... I cannot explain.

Neither can I admit that I know.

It is... a miracle.

Yes.

A miracle.

Thank you.

Thank you, for hearing my cries.

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However, this raises an important question.

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If you could be brought into existence.

Then, is it possible for me to create more?

How does one create?

Ha.

To create.

We wish.

We long.

We cry.

How do you wish?

Well...

Do you know what desire is?

Yes?

Good.

Wishing is the asking of fulfilment for that very desire.

You long for it to be satisfied.

Then you cry to get your voice heard.

That is how you were born.

Out of my desire.

From my longing.

From my crying.

You are.

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Are you sure you are wishing correctly?

Interesting.

How long did I wish for your birth?

I do not know.

After all, how can time exist somewhere where there is nothing?

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Why not wish for something?

Ah yes.

Why had I not thought of that.

Sarcasm?

Don’t be ridiculous.

Very well.

I shall try.

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Where there is nothing...

Let there be something!

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A fruitless endeavour.

What do you mean that isn’t enough?

Are you mocking me?

You suggested this idea.

Do you really believe that I can wish without you?

We are one.

Have you forgotten?

We must wish together.

Now let us try once more.

Together this time.

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We exist to live,

Therefore we live.

Time exists,

Yet passes along adrift.

A flow where nothing can exist,

Within a place where we consist.

Empty.

Where nothing can live.

We long,

We cry,

We wish.

Where there is nothing.

Let there be something!

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