Lure

the dawn

It is the dawn of the universe.

For a time that spanned from a moment to an eternity, there was nothing. Some might say there was blackness, or stillness, or emptiness, but this is not the truth.

Rather, there was simply nothing.

Now, though, it begins. Like sculpted hands, that carve a scripted world out of the dust. A ceiling of vacant stars, a sea of unforgiving dark. Particles, drawn together through a kind of hidden magnetism, little beams of light that seek comfort from the broken world that has formed around them. They cluster together, hanging resolutely in the hollow air.

A picture has been painted now: ceaselessly simple, and yet brilliant in a way that few would recognize. And as easy as it may be to hold on, all things must come to an end. Once more, the universe twists and tugs, forcing these particles apart, beginning a new churning motion. Colors and lights are created, and words, and thoughts. Emotions.

These particles are forged into new beings, who move and speak on their own accord. They no longer remember the warmth and safety they brought each other as their crowded world came to life. Only deep within them do they know their true purpose: to find each other again, and find that feeling of solace once more.