Woven

Kyo: Chapter 16

He woke up to find a primordial world. He rose out of the chaos, the dark muck that would eventually form into something. What it was, Kyo didn't know, but at least he saw he wasn't alone. On either side of him, two other beings emerged from the darkness, one was a woman, the other a man. They were both wearing white robes. Kyo turned his eyes downward and found he was clothed in the same. He didn't have to talk to them, he knew them, as if they were the same person, all three of them together. The woman Anima, the man Animus, and their bridge, Kyo.

Together they waited in the sea of black while an image began to surround them. It faded in slowly, over what many hours. Kyo could feel the light breaching the murk, the breeze as it was no longer held down by clouds of darkness. His bare feet touched the red grass, which was sharp and itchy. He didn't mind, though. It felt as if it were a rough, shaggy carpet, which was rather comfortable to him. Wait, what was a carpet? Whatever it was, Kyo felt like comparing the grass to it.

He watched further as more and more of the image materialized. Below there was a city. How was there a city if the world was just created? Could the city be older than him? But that was impossible; by just a few minutes, he was the oldest one in this world, beyond the receding black nothingness that had surrounded him at first.

Kyo felt the urge to descend to the city, controlling a sort of fall, as if changing altitudes was as simple as thinking for him. He knew Anima and Animus were following him, his companions.

When they arrived at the walls, they could see that it was still being formed. It was not older than the three beings beholding it, it was merely being created as if it was. Perhaps that's the way the entire world, as Kyo could feel it, was being made, entire civilizations and landscapes that would've taken millennia simply appearing out of nowhere, but the way they came into existence was... right. Each area that would've seemed out of place was the way it should be.

Beyond the planet, Kyo could feel the formation of... what, empty space? What was there before, the overwhelming darkness, simply wasn't there anymore. Now the darkness he felt was natural, not oppressive. He concentrated and could feel further away from the newly formed planet. Reaching out, all he could feel were two massive objects; one, rather close, was the moon; the other, so far away, was the sun. He looked up with his solid eyes and what he saw didn't match. He saw the moon, full and bright, but he also saw so many stars. He couldn't feel them, even when he reached out as far as he could go. Then he hit a boundary through which he couldn't penetrate.

If this was all there was, how could their universe exist? For some reason, Kyo felt he knew that this small area of creation would fall apart relatively quickly without more to it. How he knew, or why that knowledge was there, he had no idea. But it was not the only bit of knowledge he had; already, in the short time since his creation, he knew much about how the world around him worked. He knew about people, minds, biological behaviors. There was so much knowledge that he had that he had been created with, that he knew that it must be for a purpose.

That purpose. Could it be? Kyo looked upon the city standing in front of him. Its shape had been solidified now, so that it appeared as a majestic, well-constructed settlement. On top of the walls and, feeling with his mind, within the city, Kyo could see many individuals. Not all of them were alike. Some were fantastical, some were more natural. Again, he had no idea what had produced the bases for those comparisons.

He knew what his purpose was, and he knew the purpose of his companions; it was to teach, to rule, and to watch. Kyo was to watch over this small universe until... what? He didn't know, but if it was until its end, so be it. That's what he would do.

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It felt as if many years had passed. Kyo had taught, ruled, and watched. He was getting frustrated; all of this great power he wielded and yet none of it was being put to any use. Nothing happened. No one rebelled. Everyone praised his presence. It was simply too peaceful. He talked to his servants, and they all agreed. Of course, being servants, they would, never having any sort of their own individual opinions. Or if they did, they hid such thoughts from his omniscience.