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A breath. Silence. Blackness. Silence. Another breath. .. Silence. Newness is evident here. No noise, no gravity. Not even the slightest pull. Nothing resides here. Nothing at all, but he. He will add light to the blackness. No more black, though he could only see void. Ah, but sight is not needed here. He knows what he is making. He knows what is needed.
With a tremendous amount of power, he created from nothing the first star in this infant universe. It was a massive star, and the explosive start to this universe. With a flick of his hand, the star collapsed in on itself and exploded in an Ultra Bright supernova. With this first death came the first nebula, the first nursery of stars. He made a few more, and more, and more. He birthed stars, countless stars. All in different sizes, colors, heat intensity. He birthed stars that'll go through peaceful death, others, violent. He birthed stars that would give life, and others take it. Stars destined to be vampires, others an unrelenting void. Yes, there can not be always good.
From the stars, he made other things. Asteroids, clouds of dust, and even planetary disks destined to have children of their own. Yes, the void doesn't seem so lonely now. The pull of gravity is everywhere now, he can feel it, but nay, it does not affect him at all.
Suddenly voices. He smiles, he knows these voices. These high pitched, airy voices, among the crying of what seems to be young children. They called out to him. Lumas. Calling out to him.
