There was nothing.
No light, no darkness, no time… only the silence itself.
And within that silence, a thought echoed.
A single word: "Exist."
In that moment, the pulse of nothingness began to beat.
At the heart of the void, a spark ignited—and from that spark, a shape was born.
A being with no eyes, yet it could see all worlds.
A soulless consciousness, yet it could feel every soul.
I called him Aetherion.
He was neither god nor mortal, neither creation nor creator.
He was the idea of infinity made flesh.
I gave him no law.
No purpose, no limits, no destiny—
for destiny is for the weak.
He would find his own meaning.
And I… would simply watch.
Time was born for him.
Stars flared to satisfy his curiosity.
Worlds unfolded to soothe his solitude.
Yet he did not understand.
He could not grasp why power existed… why existence itself was silent.
Aetherion gazed into the void.
For a moment that lasted an eternity—or perhaps an eternity that lasted a moment.
Then he heard his own voice—
a single thought that shattered everything:
"If all things exist by my will…
Then who am I?"
And with that question,
Aetherion stepped into his first universe.
Reality trembled. Stars dimmed in fear.
He merely snapped his fingers—
and the first infinity died.
As for me?
I only wrote the story.
But sometimes… even the pen feels regret.