First, there was nothing.
No darkness.
No light.
Just... nothing.
A great emptiness.
Until It came.
It came into existence in this infinite, empty void. It was alone, all alone in this vast realm. Perhaps, had it been any other Thing, it would have been content to rest in this emptiness. Content to be Nothing. But It was not. It longed for something It did not have the knowledge to describe.
So first It was Nothing.
Then It was Everything
It was brightly burning stars.
It was swirling nebulas and shining galaxies.
Yet the longing stayed.
Then it found the little blue planet, tucked away in some far corner of Everything. It watched strange little creatures emerge from the great depths of this little planet, watched them grow into even stranger creatures. It watched these fierce, strange little beings be destroyed in a great cataclysm. It watched the tiny little miracle produce life yet again. This time the life persisted, living no matter what struck their path. It was happy, for It was no longer alone. Yet the longing remained. Now It knew what it longed for. It longed to be a part of the lives of these little miracles that shone as brightly as the stars that had burned away the Nothing.
So it became them. A little piece of It was inside each of Them. It was with them as they built towers made from steel, as They surpassed their limits and touched the sky.
And finally, It was content.
For now, It had Them.
And They, even if they didn't know it, had It.
