Worlds Within and Without
A consciousness emerged.
Perhaps some would think ‘consciousness‘ a misnomer.. This… Being, this Entity, had no senses; no thoughts. For just a moment, and also an eternity, it just… was.
But one day, on a day no different than any others, its eyes opened.
“Huh. You’re certainly a… bare-bones one.” The Being knew it was being addressed, even by this disembodied voice; the Being’s eyes were open, but whatever, whoever was talking was incomprehensible to those fresh eyes.
Though the Voice was addressing the Being, the Being had not yet a voice with which to answer.
“Well,” the Voice said, groaning as if stretching at the end of a long overtime shift. “I suppose your being here means it’s about time for me to… hand over the torch. I sure will miss all this…” The Voice trailed off, taking a long pause.
“Sebastian, this one’s your new master,” the Voice said, directing the instruction somewhere other than the Being, and a light popped into view, blinding and erratic. A golden bee, shining its radiance off into the unilluminable void.
“Treat each other well,” the Voice said. Then, it vanished. The Being wasn’t sure how it knew, but The Voice’s presence seemed to be gone.
The bee, Sebastian, hung right around the Being for a few brief moments before flitting off a short distance away. After hovering in place for a bit, a purple peony blossomed into the void beneath it, unfurling and flourishing its petals.
The peony glowed, the light weak and sickly until Sebastian dipped down, allowing a bit of golden liquid to trickle down into the flower’s pistil, upon which the violet glow intensified into an illustrious shine and expanded outward. And outward. And outward, still. As the shine grew, planets, stars, and wormholes were formed.
Watching this, the Being felt as if it had gained a piece of itself, and knew that this flower would be the first of many.
The Being’s job was to be the overseer, the observer, of the creation of worlds, and would grow along with those creations, continuing the cycle.