At first glance, it appeared that nothing was happening, nothing at all. In fact, whenever it tried to look, nothing did happen. As if everything had paused, as if trying to hide away.
Angry.
It didn’t understand!
Why? It questioned.
It was when it glazed over, giving up and watching without watching, that things seemed to happen. Movement, shadows, light; swirling patterns in the endless grey that surrounded it. But the patterns of light twisted away, falling out of view. Panicking, it tried to look.
Pause.
Anger.
Boredom.
Why?
What?
Confusion.
The twisting shadows and lights returned slowly, as time began to play once again.
Happy.
Content.
Interesting.
Over time it began to become more interested and then…
Pause.
Again?
Frustration.
Slowly it began to try to remember things.
What’s things? It questioned.
But even those questions faded away in the mists of time. Everything faded away in the grey!
What were questions?
Confusion.
Anger.
The grey mists billowed up around it again erasing those metaphysical thoughts as the patterns danced and swam.
Not angry?
So, it went back to watching, everything paused.
Angry.
It looked away and the dancing started again.
Not angry?
Happy.
Pause.
Dancing, happy.
Pause.
Odd.
Slowly, it peered back at the things happening, passively absorbing all that was going on. It still looked too often, and the pause happened. That made it angry, and then… resigned.
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So, it watched, peacefully, loving the dancing of the grey, letting the endless time pass quickly, rushing by.
Mirrored in those passively blank eyes, the grey began to stick around, not just floating free and away, lackadaisically.
Happy.
Pause.
Sigh.
From the grey that stuck around, patterns began to form, first a circle, vast and yet also small at the same time. The circle slowly expanded, filling out in multiple directions.
Happy.
Pause.
Sigh.
The circle of grey seemed lonely, and it felt compassion, it was lonely too.
Sad.
Confusion?
The circle broke apart and it felt sad, the fragments spreading apart, as if running away.
Sad.
But as the circle faded, another formed, and then another and another and then they filled out just as the first had. And then they moved!
They moved!!!!
Happy!!!!
Pause.
Sad.
Movement. Dancing spheres.
Happy.
Slowly, as time passed, the spheres dancing began to coalesce, into more regular patterns, circling around each other. And as it watched it began to see more, hundreds, nay thousands, of dancing spheres all circling around something. Something more. The dancing spheres seemed to pull in streams of grey, light grey and then, in one moment, the grey expanded, blooming and then it happened.
Happy happy.
Pause.
Pain.
Blinding pain as the light that had just blossomed from the endless grey emerged.
Darkness.
Movement.
Happy.
It moved towards the light, as close as it dared. And then it watched. Pauses happened occasionally, when things happened but it watched through them, learning to observe everything and nothing.
One particular sphere drew its interest and it spent most of the time watching the pretty patterns within the sphere dance and swim, much like the endless grey had done and yet somehow more. More frantic, more elegant. More.
Great rifts and pillars formed and collapsed to dust, sundering and reforming in vast fractions of time.
Uncountable.
Uncontrollable.
Wonderous.
Eventually the stuff found a pattern that it liked, and it stayed still, moving only gently. Much like how the sphere had formed initially. As the being observed the sphere over the passage of time, it grew interested in what was being formed.
What is it? It wondered.
And slowly, over the many eons that it watched, it saw something forming, a tiny mote of existence that drew the endless grey in. The grey swirled and swirled.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster and faster.
Faster and faster and faster.
And faster still, until something broke.
And the grey was gone.
In its place was something new, not grey, not light, or dark. Something more, something special.
Happy, happy happy.
Pause.
Colour.
Movement.
Happy.
As if responding to this, the sphere decided that colours were good, and it started producing the colours.
More and more and more and more until the whole sphere had flourished with the colours. It looked at the other spheres, no colour.
Sad.
It looked at the sphere with the colours.
Happy.
It went back to watching, happier now than ever before and, just as it had watched the grey form the spheres, and the spheres gain patterns, the colours made little moving patterns. It tried to get closer still to see these new patterns.
Patterns that never sat still, moving in constant vibration, faster than anything before.
Eons passed and the colour never settled down, never slowed, always moved and it was happy, happy for the movement.
It was afraid of boredom more than anything.
As it watched without watching, it saw the colours come together as clusters, rising, falling, and dying.
Sad.
But as the colours died, more still were born and they lived and died in the moments between seconds of the clock of time.
With each new generation of colours, they grew brighter and bigger until…
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!”
It jumped, as from the ever-silent grey, a scream broke out. Shattering everything it had known, for it had only lived in silence prior.
Sad.
Afraid.
Confusion?
For eons, the being looked away – scared. But the boredom got to it, and it turned back to stare at the world. Wondering where the sound had come from. What sound was and why it hurt.
Afraid.
At least the colours and patterns danced onwards.
Happy.
…
…
…
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Another scream ripped open the silence. It cringed, fearful, and confused.
…
…
…
Over time, the being came to realise it was normal, though what was happening again and again still eluded it and it was ever so scared. But the grey mists of time rose again and again and stripped it all away.
The screaming faded into the background again and again and again, until…
It felt a tug, and a scream broke out all around the ever quiet. Reverberating and echoing until even the echoes died and silence once more reigned supreme.