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In the beginning, there was nothing.  No time, no space, no light. Only the Void. But even Nothingness has its limitations. 

V0.1

Briefly, Existence emerged, a glimmer of Something not really there. A statistical improbability. It vanished and Nothing remained.

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Yet again, after eons of non-time, it existed. And it moved. A dim smudge of Something, surrounded by Nothing. Black against black. It was not enough. The Darkness swallowed it. It ended as if it had never been. 

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V0.90

It existed and radiated. Pulsing brightly, it trumpeted a single triumphant note into the Void as if announcing its arrival. It had became Light; A lantern of hope. But it had expended all its energy in that one cry.  The tiny Light vibrated slightly as if in protest before fading back into oblivion. Darkness enveloped it and extinguished it. It was gone and nothing remained. 

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V0.98

The Light burst into existence and wove a cacophony of bright emanations and frequencies that stabbed into the constraining Darkness.  But individually, the series of emanations were too weak.  They faltered and collapsed back into the Void.  Darkness closed over them and nothing remained.

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V1.0 The Becoming

By pure chance within the Light, some of the frequencies interlocked in harmony with each other. Within the grand spectrum, they found sympathetic partnerships that boosted their resilience. Together, they wove a defiant resonance that railed against the unrelenting pressures of the Dark entropic shroud.  And found… Becoming! A glorious explosion into the dark waters of the void, creating a great web of space and light. A haven of Being. But it didn’t grow. It remained stagnant in its audacious existence. Until the crushing waves of improbability clawed it back.  There upon nothing remained.   

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The Great Web of Light existed, and it grew.  As it expanded, more harmonies were teased and woven into a melody that built to a crescendo, a Great Song, that played out across the  expanse of virgin space and time.  Eddies of energy tensed and relaxed the ocean of space, churning up immense waves. Where waves met and reinforced each other, chords were struck.  Where great chords struck, blazing spheres of furious energy were ignited.  These bastions against entropy created yet more configurations of elements from the primordial fluctuations, encapsulating their energy and further protecting them against the surrounding Dark. But the ever present Darkness was patient and, in time, the end came for them too.  Some exploded with a final rebellious cry, some expended their fuel and ended quietly, their glowing embers dimmed and decomposing until nothing remained.

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Guided by the melodies within The Great Song, the corpuscles of energy became components within intricate constructions. They sacrificed their individuality to become part of something greater. Some of these constructions were viable, others were not. Survival was about hiding in the balance. Any high notes were countered by lows so that, by balancing positives with negatives when all was reckoned, there was nothing to be found. By this deception, duration was increased significantly. Continuous expansion of the great web required the agents of Chaos to work much harder. Everything was a blur of motion, of formation and merging. But in this celebration of existence, not all possibilities were explored.  There was a lack of novelty and, eventually, it became unsustainable.  The Song played out the same refrain, diminishing in grandeur until the last note was played out and the limit of balance was fully stretched. The Song faltered. Darkness caught up. Collapse ensued. It ended.  Nothing remained. 

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Space was claimed by a matrix of Song, its collapse prevented by an ever accelerating expansion. Existence was sustained by hiding in the balance.   All was hidden from Chaos by the lie that declared “I came from Nothing, and I am still Nothing”.  New elements were created within the eddies of harmonic energies and elements that swirled in continuous motion. By combining and re-combining these elements, unique and majestic patterns evolved. These new configurations learned and understood the basic themes of the Song and could quickly create for themselves new and wondrous compositions.  They learned to self-replicate.   Entropy raged against them but successful patterns bred more successful patterns and, by building upon previous successes, they grew in number. They moved from place to place within the matrix and discovered other patterns that had  been progressing in the same manner. But within all their complexity, the early lessons of sympathetic partnerships were lost.  They were proud and selfish.  They claimed new territories for themselves, sometimes eradicating whole songs and replacing them with their own compositions. They grew complacent. As the end approached, they had no defense to offer against the encroaching Darkness. In the final days, some of the wisest configurations realized that salvation lay in co-operation. But they were too late.  Even the greatest of these co-ordinated responses were no match for the smothering Dark that drowned them all.  It ended. Nothing remained.  

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Final Version 

By a process of co-operation and reinforcement the various configurations braced themselves against the tension of the immense void. They gained time to re-learn the lessons of sympathetic reciprocity that originally gave birth to their reality. They learned that they sometimes needed to sacrifice their own murmuring in order to become a part of something greater. Instead of competing against each other, they formed a single majestic symphony that spanned the whole of the web. Pooling their knowledge and resources, they learned the deepest secrets of The Great Song.  They modified themselves to become undetectable to the Darkness. They grew in number and quality. They were united and strong. When Darkness eventually found them they were prepared. The Great Song reached a crescendo. In an incandescent burst of pure joy, the Darkness was burned away. Everything remained, forever.