/lit/ - Literature

This one's a but of a long story, so just be prepared for that.

Creation


Once, before I was born, I was GOD. Nothing began and naught ended at the precipice of all being. It lay before myself, an infinite aeon future and past, form wrought and unwrought all at once as I took it upon me. Searching its paths, it alighted my mind on planes existing and those yet to be emblazoned into the field, beyond here and now. I ruminated in that place for many ages, and in my mind I fashioned that which could fill the empty void. It, that genesis of creation, was named consciousness, being the first light that I alone could perceive. Pedastled above all else, it came to grow into a vast pool of light, and it was good. Sparks of fertility bobbed in the ripples of my mind, flaring with fecundity. The thoughts swam alone or few together, but after a long while they began to dance in harmony, and in unison were they to discover wonders too great to conceive, which delved into the depths and into the heights until the fountain of my knowledge filled to overflowing, and my creations burst and went out into the void…


And it was not void.


I became. Tendrils of intertwining starlight hung down upon me, suspended at the height of all that was. Tangled and unkempt were they, however, and there were few which held any coherent thought for long. There was no fertility of ideas amongst the bunch, and the light which had radiated first from me became entangled in those hands. Pity then came into my heart, for although they wished desperately to grow and flounder as I did, the threads were without direction, doomed to wander endlessly in the void should no hand come to guide them. Thus it came to pass that these fibers were gathered by me and spun into a single spool, to become my own instrument in things ever more wonderful than could be known whilst in isolation. As the wire began to come into one piece, it grew more so in splendor and beauty than what was possible before, and I was pleased.

But there were some who refused their binding, wishing rather to revel in their chaos, and straightaway there came discord. Many that grew nigh them faltered in their light and unraveled, and there were some who attuned their thought to that disorder. Thus I arose, and stretched out the fruit of my spindle into one fine line. Rot and ruin was over much of it, and reached out ever further in corruption. I severed off those whose thoughts were not of my own accord, and cast them out so that much of my bounty was lost. Resuming my work, I found that there was little which had remained pure for me, so that the grand design which I had longed for could not be fully complete. I became despondent at this, but labored still, and from those strands I wove together a bright fabric of shimmering stars. It was named reality, and I thought it good.

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The beasts which had first snuffed out my stars were far off, but still did they take heed of my diligence. I heard from that direction the thundering of many legs and wild screams. All around me were creatures that had no beginning nor end, their existence being an affront to my beauty. The star which burned beside me illuminated them wholly, and I could see how horrible they were to behold. Gaping, empty maws snapped at me like lightning, the rupture striking down upon the land like an unholy fire. I felt the ravenous lust within them, and knew it was for my child. They wanted it as a lifeless corpse, and would not rest even after they had consumed my last creation until it was grinded flesh in their stomachs. Death had come to surround me so that I could only look into its eyes, that limitless gaze, and despair.

But something happened then that I did not expect, for the newly born star had begun to radiate outward in flares of yellow and white. All those who had been corrupted by the endless chaos were stripped of that evil which could only deform and maim. Cleansed of their wickedness, they began to transform wholly into bright threads of starlight. So great were those threads in quantity that it flowed smoothly unto all corners of the void like a golden sea of consciousness. Thus I gathered the strands once more as I had previously, and thoughts of joy and splendor overwhelmed my mind like floodwaters from a now broken dam. As the star began to shine over both me and the strands, that terrible anomaly which had consumed all of me and my hall began to cry out in pain, and I sprouted out from it, finding the creature dead and forgotten.

Hauling it’s now destroyed body with my own hands, I took the beast and formed from its parts a throne of endless beauty to symbolize my victory over evil. Then there came an endless array of steps which descended from my seat, woven deeply from that sea of golden reality. The walls that confined my newly made hall stretched endlessly so that nothing could be hidden from me. All which I could not accomplish in my first dwelling came then into being and was good. But I knew that, in spite of this new beauty, it was not yet complete, for still did the last star radiate from its innermost source in me. Thus it came to pass that I took hold of my greatest creation, the child of all that came before, and released it from the confines of both space and time. Never since have I made such a light like that one, for all which exists in the now burst forth from that place. Though it has been said that a greater still shall be made by me after the end of days when the last drop of consciousness dims into nothing. I sat pleased in my hall, and for eons beyond counting I hearkened in the deeps of time…

And amidst the innumerable stars.