(Decided to remake something old I published)
The imaginable and unimaginable.
They add branches of beauty, life, and mysterious to everything.
Even all of existence is filled with various types of mysteries.
But to a few, they were not that appealing.
Those terms implied a degree of finery, craftsmanship, and management that they simply didn't have; they were just vibrant, geometrical shapes. There were seven of them, each of them displaying a different color: a Red Triangle, an Orange Ellipse, a Yellow Square, a Green Rhombus, a Blue Hexagon, an Indigo Star, and a Violet (or Purple) Heart. Each one contained a natural element of the universe.
The words he would use to describe the elements would be "magnificent" or "phenomenal". To look into any one of these colors was like looking into the eyes of creation and destruction itself. To wield these forces that predated existence itself, was truly humbling.
There was a blank void which resides outside of the bounds of time, space, reality, and all of existence. This realm represents the blank canvas of "reality" itself, being the foundation of being in which all people and concepts of fictional characters are created and acting as the middle ground or frontier between the fictional reality occupied by them and the real world of many others out there.
A young male figure was residing in his own pocket dimension inside that realm. He knew what he was capable of now. He had and wielded near-limitless power over the entire forces of the natural existence, as anything he willed, would be there. Most beings when confronted with power like this would quickly lose themselves to the intoxicating power they offered. The young man had to admit, he would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted by the power. Anyone would be, but he had the self-restraint to not use it. The being knew he had to count himself fortunate that he was able to keep himself grounded, even when given near-limitless power over reality and existence itself.
He was tempted to destroy the gem, but something told him that was not the proper course of action. The stone could never be fully destroyed, it would continue to exist even on the atomic level, which meant it could always be restored.
He could have always scattered to the most distant corners of the multiverse and hide it so deep no one could ever hope to find them, but the boy knew it was not that simple. Even if it took a million years, someone (either driven by greed or simple will), would find them. No, the artist had to keep them close, where he could protect them.
Taking a breath, he tore his gaze away from the vivid stone as he stared out over the expanse of the dimension of his personal paradise. The thought that he had done it, that it was all over after so long, after having given up so much, it was impossible for a being of even his experience and knowledge. The future of the universe he was formerly in was secure, and the many that remained could sleep easily in the knowledge that they would no longer have to know the fate that his own people had succumbed to. He had done it. It was finished.
So why did the being feel so... empty?
His smile faded into a frown, as he looked away from his book and stared into the mountains, rolling hills, and rivers of the garden that were inhabiting his dimension. None of this felt the way it should have. He didn't feel like he had truly accomplished what he had once set out to do. Even though he knew the deed had to have been done irrevocably, so as long as he lived, it all felt. insufficient, as if there was more work to be done.
But why?
Why were these emotions present? What did he overlook? Was it his late family? He knew all his family members had been killed through severe experimentation, and even then, it was not impossible that he had external families. If he could, he would bring them back, but the young man knew that it would be impossible as it would disrupt the balance. As much as he despised said balance, it was one of the things that he would have to let go. He learned long ago not to dwell on losses he could not affect anymore.
