Meaning

Nothing (Prologue 1)

Before I get on with the story, I just want to tell you that there are a lot of hidden messages and lessons in this- almost in every 2-3 paragraphs, so keep an eye out. Also, all the names and weird-sounding words will be Latin. Yes, that includes Vitae's name. (Also instead of using "They, We, Us" or whatever for Vitae, since he's the creator, I'll just use "he" because I feel like he's connected to me. It's nothing sexist or religious or anything lmao.) Vitae's name means 'life'. The reason is pretty much implied.

Also, these next few paragraphs get confusing... just roll with my nutty mind, okay? xD

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The feeling of weightlessness. A silence so strong that it burned the ears yet soothed the mind. Either nothing was put out to see, or nothing was given to make sight possible. It was neither dark nor light, cold nor hot, fast nor slow or anything in between. It just... was. Yet it wasn't. It was nothing, yet it was something. It was impossibly possible. There was nothing to be heard, and only nothing, and if a concept of time existed, that nothing was seen, heard, felt, tasted and smelled forever. But that nothing was the only thing, and that made it something.

This is my thought on what would happen if nothing had happened. If there was no Earth, no solar system, no Milky Way galaxy, no universe. If there was just simply nothing. This thought scares me and soothes me at the same time. If everything was nothing, everything would be a contradiction, because how can nothing be everything? They're complete opposites. Although, they wouldn't be opposites if that happened because there would be no logic, no common sense, no thought. Just nothing. Not even nothing, really. It's just what it is.

But now I'm in the nothing, and I saw everything, which is, of course, nothing. I have no thoughts on it, though. I can see, hear, feel, taste and smell nothing, and that means I see, hear, feel, taste and smell everything, because everything is nothing. Get it now?

It doesn't matter if you do or not, because my nothing became broken. I heard something other than nothing, but I only heard it. I couldn't taste it, feel it, see it, or smell it. It was a voice. A change in the endless nothing. And more changes came with it. Before the sound, I felt nothing. Or so I thought. But then I realized I felt a change in my emotion. It made me feel warm. I loved the feeling. Another sudden feeling came soon after, brushing underneath me.

"This is yours now. Craft it well," I recalled.

And so that voice gave me myself, and anything of the past now never happened. If it 'used to be', now it never was. The only thing that ever happened to me was the voice, myself, and the future I would create. And even though not remembering - or really, not having - any past mistakes would make it hard because I had nothing to learn from, that wouldn't stop me, and I'll most likely make some in the future and learn from them. Knowing that I would mess up in the future didn't scare me; it made me excited. I wanted to create, to learn, to grow, to teach, to observe and then maybe help. All in that order.