2| Records of End

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Instead of nothing, there is something. The luminescence is blinding. I am not alone. Another, I know not, is with me. He rose from the last spot of darkness, a bright being amongst the lights. I spawned from the first spot of universe. I watched the nothing fade, driven out and beaten down by the lights and rocks.

He asks me if I feel a pull in my essence. No, I do not, as I inform him. He seems disappointed. He calls the dark spheres planets and picks one to dwell in.

I follow. I don't want to be alone.

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