Origins

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In the beginning, there was nothing but dust and echoes. Deep rumblings throughout the void, each movement rippled through the dark like a cool breeze on dark satin. Something happened, something changed. Suddenly the laws of physics changed, morphed and things started to slowly come together. Time did not exist yet, but for some reason it seemed like things were moving ever so slowly together, until eventually some small thing bumped into another small thing, which then bumped into another small thing until suddenly everything was moving like some unforeseen mass of particles. They suddenly froze and in unison, they moved up relative to nothing, and down relative to up. They move a different way, which way is that? Someone will call that left and then right. They become It and converge into one large mass of particles with no discernable shape or form, ever shifting and ever changing. Learning. It begins to move forward, but how? There's nothing relative for It to go forward and yet It does, floating at either an incredibly fast pace or barely moving at all. "This madness must cease," It thinks. "I do not exist, or do I?" It ponders. Just as It began to sink into deep thought, there appeared another mass of particles. Simply blipped into existence. "How curious!" It exclaimed, Its mass vibrating excitedly. The mass did not move, and did not move for what seemed like an age. It moved closer, steadily observing it, sending out one or two tendrils of smoke-like form to investigate it. As the smoke drew nearer, the mass suddenly quivered. "Aha! You do seem to be alive!" It squealed excitedly.

The second mass suddenly shifted and seemed to draw in on itself, becoming denser than It. The new mass became denser and denser, smaller and smaller until what was left was a fraction of It's size. It sent out another tendril of smoke, more slowly this time and this time, the dense thing did not move away. Instead, the thing moved toward It rather quickly. "Oho, how exciting!" as It gently moved towards the thing. The Thing quivered and in a low voice that caused sharp ripples across their surface, "What is? Our meeting?" "Indeed, oh yes indeed! I was quite afraid that I was the only one here. Oh dear, what should I call you? What shall we call each other?" It asked in endless joy in finding a companion. The Thing sat in silence, but seemingly rocked back and forth as if pondering the question. The Thing finally answered, "I shall call you You, and you can call me whatever You like." "Oh what a ponderous response. I shall call you Thing, because you are a Thing, something with substance my friend. What a wondrous thing to be a Thing in this vast Empty!" It responded.

Two more masses of particles appeared, but this time they quickly took shape. One quickly drew itself in, much like the Thing had done, but not quite as dense. Their form seemed to follow the largest amount of movement, endlessly going back and forth until all was still until they moved again. The other one quickly spread out, frightening It. "AH! How exciting! I had no idea that could be done!" They quickly reformed into a tight ball of particles, not like the Thing, but constantly shifting into new forms and shapes. Both of the new forms moved towards It and the Thing, gravitating closer to each other "Greetings fellows! I am It, and this is Thing, but Thing calls me 'You.' Now what may I call my newfound companions?" It said with an exceedingly large amount of politeness. The mass that was sloshing about replied slowly, "I don't know. What do I seem like to you, You or It?" The mass that shifted about constantly said nothing and simply observed.

It pondered while the others sat patiently, well relatively sat as there is nothing except the others. "Well, I would like to call you Something and I would like to call you," It moved to the ever-shifting mass, "Shapes. It seems rather appropriate doesn't it, my quiet friend?" Shapes moved closer to It until it was nearly intertwined with It's tendrils and shifted into a new form that they hadn't seen before. Shapes was round and hollow, their form seeming to morph using tiny polygons of particles, shifting like an organic mass, pulsating and rippling across its surface as they slowly moved away from It. "....................... I...... will take that as an approval then.............."