In this moment, I exist. Myself and one other. The universe stretches on around us in endless measures. My vision cannot comprehend the beauty of my surrounding.
A tug in my chest precedes the materialization of a sphere-- no, I'll call it a planet. More planets followed and I felt all of it.
I was part of it all.
The other looks on in puzzlement and fascination. Does he not feel it too?
If not, what is his purpose?
I asked if he felt it. He denied such an experience. Again I wonder after his purpose.
He follows me to a planet and I rest as he looks on at the creations.
He seems lonely.
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Diary of The Infinite
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