struggles of creation

Chapter 2 (The True Creation?)

The True Creation, chapter 2, part 1, subchapter 12

"Everything frozen, all life is gone, nothing but pure darkness within an ocean of the void, creation was no more or so you thought." said the omniscient voice in the background.
As they walk around, this cosmic house of some sort, books floating through the air, like birds in a jungle or forest.

As you get closer, you see a tall being with a green cloak holding a translucent tablet, viewing the battle and resurrection as the cosmos collapses.

The being started to look in our direction of us. Wait, hold up now.

Are they waving at us?

Hold on, this doesn't seem right.

How?

I'm sorry, but I think they wish to speak to you.

As they prepared to speak, ah umm...it is time someone told you the true story of how this universe started, and someone is me,

Nahknot- (Elder Divine of Consciousness and Knowledge)

This lovely experiment I created was great, but because of my ignorant sibling. Unfortunately, it resulted in the corruption of my dearest creation. You know Chaos, but that is only her English name.

Yes, I know English; it's my whole thing knowing. And to answer your other questions. Yes, I'm breaking the fourth wall. It reminds me of somebody dawning, black and red anyway.

This time, im going to tell you the true story of how my little experiment went; many different entities have called me source, creator, and even the Big G, although, in another universe, they get me confused with some old guy; it's a long story.

I just realized I should probably tell you what's around me, but you've only heard me speak so far.

I live in a very cosmic-like library. I'll tell you more about that later.

I'm very tall, 13 feet tall, and to be sacked.
My hair is short, and a cosmic B.O.B
Oh, and no, I do not have eyes or eye sockets. I don't even have a face because I don't need one; although my skin matches the stars with a slight reddish tint, it's pretty.
Oh, dear, I've got sidetracked again. The creator needs to do better.

First and foremost, I would like to say that I reset this timeline. This universe was getting very chaotic; no pun was intended. Unfortunately, those above stated. " fix the timeline and make it balanced, or you're going to get erased yourself." so I had to fix things, but it's still unclear to me why they didn't target the void as well.

Edit text- "Sorry read lol doing some small reality warping."

The full story?

But let me explain to you what happened and how the creation story went; I wanted to grow my knowledge, but the only way to do that is to have probability.

So I created different possibilities, splitting myself into tiny bits because someone had to be the "Origin of most all things," but I'm getting sidetracked anyway. What I did was contact one of my siblings.

The Elder Devine of Nothingness, to allow something to exist. Of course, they said no, so I did it anyway.  Unfortunately, this resulted in the corruption of one of the creations; you may know her as Komoa (goddess of chaos), you know, the "I want power." Please don't get mad at me. Get angry at Zolmut for corrupting you.

Now she's just ignorant and possessive with the whole power thing, stating that she's going to be powerful enough to destroy us as if I can't erase her from existence itself.

Don't get me wrong, she does try, except for the murderer, treason, and manipulation. She's one of my favorites. She stated As they floated into the air, glaring off the picture they had of komoa in the reflection of a bubble.

Continuing the story, she and her sister got into it; it was a heartbreaking battle. I thought Star did lose, and well, Choas won. But not before Star could get her last hit, striking her with a trident as her essence faded. But there is never such a thing as actual death. You simply constantly change because, like I stayed it before everything ran, but probably.

And so Star was simply in the...Oh! As they fly closer to a table with a massive hourglass in the center as is, it makes an alarm noise.  "oh dear, it's time to start over again. It was fun chatting with you, but you now know the full story time to see this new one. See what I did there? Time." they stood back and snapped their fingers.

The darkness went white. "wait, where am I? Why am I here? This black space, I feel the end has happened." This voice is expressed in a rusty masculine voice as blood droplets trip from him.

A soft, masculine voice whispers, "I feel time has been reset." Those words echo through the darkness. As you get closer, you see his slim silhouette and long silky hair on the ground around him as a puddle.

With a whispering tone, he asked. " am I dead?" the voice knowledge whispered. " no one can truly die. I have always made it, so you must find your way back. Find the Weaver through the fabric, bring yourself back, and you should hurry."

As he starts walking, it's unclear where he's going, only seeing darkness as a subtle breeze brushes in, lifting the bustling dark landscape as it breaks and shutters like a web splitting apart one thread at a time.

It uncovers a mysterious realm with lush, full forests; you can see these lines of different spectrums.

As he explores more of this world, he sees faint visions of his past self. As he was, we know he's not from creation but from outside.

His eyes pierced into the forest,  sparking curiosity. Creatures, floating, tunneling, and swimming around him as curiosity consumed him. A slight whisperer in the wind asks him,

"Who are you?" As this voice surrounds him. The ominous spirit remarks again, "Who are you?" As time slows, his eyes illuminate a blue hue as he asks," That same lucid voice in the background whispered," Yes, remember my dear creation.

He yelled, "I AM INDIGO!" As all his memories and interactions finally returned, indigo was no longer bound to the chains in his mind to gain his armor.

Telnaos - meaning armor of the second.

His existence shatters as he comes to, "Who are you?" as our vision of him goes black, and we see the string of existence unfold, revealing the truth.
The creator of fate and destiny

ZEPHYR- weave of the fabric of existence, the thread maker of love, art, and defense.

They remarked, "Change must be done so balance can be made or all will be at its." in a calming tune. As you can see, the webs around them formed all forms and dimensions, ever chasing and grand.

As the Zephyer weaves a new thread, we zoom in to it as we see the universe unfolding a new era, or so you would think. For everything is not what it seems.

"Let my light shine bright and my showdow reveal!"

"My the heavens be a home to all as my heart is of all of my soul children!"

"I will welcome you home at the end of your days my dear."

"The gorund, you walk on is my gift to you"

"Be blessed, in my name and be free for we are all as all is one."

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