“Sometimes you make the right decisions, sometimes you make decisions right.”

Or something by those lines. That’s the position I’m at now. Standing before me is the manifestation of a decision I made. A being clad in absolute darkness, darker than the void itself with power to create and destroy. I once again felt that sense of awe. It once again made my heart flutter. It was just stunning and it was simply— “Gorgeous”.

Well if it wasn’t for the fact that it suddenly attacked me with the intent to destroy.

Though it was bombarding me with attacks that would probably end my entire existence, I wasn't really scared by it or anything. In response to that, I just kept on dodging and defending as countless worlds we're being formed and destroyed at the same time.

A never-ending struggle of repetition in attacking and defending— a never-ending battle of creation and destruction. It felt like we we’re dancing in a solemn tune of nothingness. My zeal, excitement, urge to move, and the urge to DO SOMETHING! I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being happy, satisfied! I rejoiced on the fact that I’ve regained a purpose and yet...

I felt sad.

All I can see is “something” that’s crying in torment and suffering for absolutley no reason. It’s attacks we’re screaming with power it doesn’t even know what to use on. A dance with no purpose, a conversation without a topic, a battle with no conclusion. Various analogies could be formed as we continued this battle which eradicates one’s existence. With this excitement of mine being bottled up more and more comes the mutual feeling of pity and exhaustion.

Years, Decades, Centuries, Milleniums have passed. The universe I’ve created has long since gone in a full cycle, repeating the events it has memorized in the span of its existence. Creation and Destruction. The universe has destroyed and created itself for hundred and thousands- millions, trillions of times. A never-ending repeat of previous event with a predetermined fate from the very beginning. Everything is just on a complete loop and so is our never-ending battle of no purpose.

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As time went by, I felt tired and exhausted. Not physically, not mentally. I am a “God” and yet I just felt tired. The same goes for “It”, I can tell that “it” wants to end this battle. The same attacks are being performed over and over again. I don’t even have to dodge nor defend anymore and then- we just went on a complete stop. We we’re staring at each other surrounded in nothing but void. It felt like the time we spent on fighting this meaningless battle was just a matter of seconds.

It felt like this was the first time I truly breathed. This split second of pauce on a truly exhausting series of events. This was the first time I looked at “It”.

A bittersweet smile.

We didn’t really have any form, no ethreal bodies nor mortal bodies whatsoever. We we’re just existing. But in that moment, I could clearly see it. A simple and geniune smile. A bittersweet smile conveying all its feelings to me in one go. This constricting feeling in my heart, clenching and asking me to just end it.

With the universe I created starting to crumble and rebuild itself once more. I approached “It” slowly with the intention of saying “Hello! Nice to meet you!”. I didn’t even realize this was the first time I properly greeted or introduced myself and yet it felt like I was also saying a simple “Farewell”. If I could express human emotion, then I would probably be crying in tears right about now. Approaching it ever so slowy, the time for conclusion draws near.

I didn’t want to say goodbye, I didn’t want to end it like this but I had to take responsibility for the things I thought was right... but in reality, I only gave it power it didn’t really want. Power it could only use to destroy things it didn’t even want to destroy. Power which only brought more torment and suffering to something that only wished for its existence to disappear like the void.

Now that I’m right infront of it, it felt so small. It felt fragile. I don’t really want to end this with a sad athmosphere and so- I smiled. I wished it the absolute happiness it deserved while enveloping her in a capsule I could only describe as warm. I sealed the power I bestowed but... due to how we’re equal in power, we both perished.