There is nothingness. Only darkness. Then there was movement in the darkness. Well, there wasn't movement in the darkness, more that the darkness was moving.
Sudden other forms in the darkness started approaching and began to try to rip the new darkness apart.
The new darkness tried to find an escape but the creatures trying to shred him apart were closing in every corner and completely encompassing him. There seemed to be no escape.
Darkness saw another crowd of figures around another bit of darkness. The other surrounded darkness seemed more ripped up. Brand new dark figures seem to get attacked so it must be weaker or born a few seconds older.
The newer Darkness felt... angry... and... he wanted to help the other dark figure. But he... couldn...
Something changed in the new darkness as new color was added in the mix. Whisps of dark, with a new shred of red, suddenly started getting pulled up higher and higher, away from all the Dark figures that tried shredding him just seconds before.
The darkness was speedily going higher and higher, it seemed to never end.
The darkness thought back to the shredded darkness he wanted to help. It was so torn up it probably would be torn back to nothingness by now. But there was one thing new darkness could remember seeing before shooting skyward.
A little whisp of...
Green?
