A shadow of darkness, a veil devoid of colour or feeling. A singular place, neither here nor
there, in which nothing and everything took place at the same time.
But also never, and nowhere.
Suddenly, consciousness. She wakes, her yawn sending ripples of sensation in all directions,
signaling to all particles of what is to come. She stretches, and time becomes real.
Another instant, the soft sensation of gravity pulls at the surrounding environment, pulling pieces
of debris ever inward towards her center.
Another moment in time; was it a second? She believes it is, but for those who would come after
her it could be perceived as a multitude of lifetimes. Another second and the compounds around
her have pulled close, creating a blanket of everything that hugs her tight. Suddenly, it’s
suffocating, She feels crowded, it’s all too much.
The moment is right; She won’t realize, but she is moments, or centuries, away from painting a
picture, from spawning the most beautiful art into existence.
Let it begin.
With one swift movement she wretches away from her detested garment, free from the shackles
of the particles around her. With a deafening bang, she bursts to life, scattering all within her
radius tens of thousands of light years away.
She opens her eyes, and finds once she does she cannot look away; she is glowing, reflecting
endlessly upon her environment. With each passing moment she can take in more and more,
her light descending upon the bodies she had birthed.
For what she had created, her mind would never be able to comprehend.
And so she rests her eyes, content in her near-eternal slumber, at peace with her expanse.
Perhaps she would never learn the implications of her work, the opportunities, the life, the grief,
the complexity, how her movement triggered such intelligence, the very work you read today.
She knew, from the moment she opened her eyes and gazed upon the vastness of it all, that it
was an artwork she had created.
And that was merely the beginning.