Vythyreia. The name itself has no inherent or implied meaning or context. In fact the names of True Entitys are chosen specifically for that reason. So that the name can only refer to the True Entity in question.

The only real special aspect they have is that when spoken with power they can attract attention from the bearer of said name. It not even particularly powerful, just a little blip in the back of their mind. Which is important, being distracted while manipulating the building blocks of existence can lead to unfortunate things.

Said unfortunate things are mentioned in passing in the inherent knowledge gifted to me. Most aren't given any importance as none can permanently hinder one of my kind. Some are mentioned in detail as they have a tendency to spread and are apparently, extremely annoying.

The basic ways of useing the void are explained but the more advanced stuff is only alluded too unfortunately. Experimentation seems to be highly prized amongst the True. Which is understandable, eternity is a daunting task when one has nothing to do after all.

Now, the only question is what to do? Start small? A little terrarium? Well little is relative. One world? One galaxy? Even multiverses are small compared to other things. No, no why start small, where's the fun in that? But before I get to the nitty-gritty I must put down a foundation. A bubble to contain my exper- creation.

Decision made, once more unto the deep.

Within, the spark remains still

Inhale

It glows

Power wells within the depth of my being funneled into the core of my soul. Raw possibilities, could haves and maybes forged in an crucible and

Released

Not in an instant as the infantile act before. No, it is channeled albeit by novice tentacles. Slowly seeping into the nothing, molding it. Revolving into itself, until it is but a single speck. For naught but a moment, all is still, until creation sublimates. What was once a maybe is now a reality. The dot collapses and then expands into a bubble cradling a new universe within. The infinity of space and time contained and protected from the raw chaos outside its aegis. The first step for a newborn world.

But it is still young, filled with nothing but raw energy. In need of a push, a catalyst. So I give it a mental nudge.

And so it cascades, the raw energy shaped by this contact mutates. Now a realm of mental dominion, an Astral plane. The energy jitters and jerks, with nary a rhyme nor reason.

Collision, somthing one would think impossible in a none physical plane but it does, annihilation takes place scattered bits of Astral force stick to others and any that pass to close join the new conglomeration. Growing ever bigger ever denser, until the broken bits at its core combine releasing a new energy, less volatile then the one before. It shines through the surface pushing back the Astral force. The perfect crucible.

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With a stutter somthing new flickers at its heart. The first soul of this realm has formed. With it comes life, or more accurately self preservation. It's mind less than a plant, yet it knows it is doomed for it has blocked its feul source. It needs the raw Astral force to sustain itself. It's death may not come soon but it feels inevitable. The new energy attracts itself shrouding the condensed Astral from gathering more.

While in a physical universe it might have been stuck with no recourse, this is a realm of the mind. Simple as it may be, it is powerful. And so it heaves with all its Psionic might, shoveing the energy away out into the expanse. Leaving a vacuum for more of the nessicary feul to fill.

The first life breathes. The first part of any ecosystem forms, the producer. It has introduce a previously vacant variable to the wider universe. Changes abound, more collisions happen forming more Astral stars. The expelled energy congeals, far sticker than it's predecessor, forming blobs in the Astral. Until they grow dense enough to for souls of their own. These minds different from the ones before, by necessity these being must move to seek out their food. Living takes energy after all, so they seek out Astral stars for the energy.

Though it is abundant, so are they. Conflict has emerged, a fundamental piece in change. Evolution. Predator and prey. Innovation and progress. Battles for survival happening at the speed of thought as they use the psionic power to manipulate their surroundings and themselves. Some split so they may be faster and less noticeable. One of many. Others grow large relying on power to survive. Titans feared by all.

It's sudden, almost unnoticed. A star has blinked out. Consumed. The predators grow bold. The stars know fear once more. They too begin to change. And so it begins. Psionic life of all stripes have emerged. An ever changing ecosystem in all is beauty and horror.

In but a short subjective time, billions of years have passed in the bubble as I watch in fascination. My lone eye darting in its socket faster than I ever imagined it could. Taking in even the smallest happenings of the Astral Sea.

Before my very eye some beings learn to rely on one another forming symbiotic bonds. They flourish, communicate, and grow as one. Groups form and fall.

Being in the realm begin to surpace the plant and beast like minds they once had, sapience has begun. Their abilities get more complex, their will more honed. Communications get more meaningful as society grows its network of connections throughout the realm. Empires rise and fall, innovations are made and lost. Relative balance has been achieved, the realm is stable.

Incredible. I... I have no words to describe the sense of satisfaction that fills me at my creation. Watching an ever changing system of uncountable variables is engages my mind in a way I cannot explain.

Maybe eternity won't be so bad after all?