"YOU ARE LIGHT."
there wasn't any discussion, Her voice rang mellifluous and it mellowed in my mind—if i had one. i felt it through my entity. i was warm.
it felt like the beginning, comfortable. i was alone, i clung to a wall of the tesseract and it was dark. i was not—i was shiny. i felt myself lightly brush the wall, but i did not see anything other than a hollow light before my sight. me. that was me.
my hand slipped right through the void wall, i lilted. then the rest of me dove through the barrier in a ray of sparkling, shiny light.
i did not have eyes. i had light. i did not have a mind, i had light. i did not have a body, i was light. i was not the only light, but i was lonely. the others were so far.
i remember stumbling in the space, skipping over rocks and examining them until they burnt before me—i learned that i was too much for some substances.
i learned that the space around me grew warmer and more hollow when i was there. i learned that solid pieces of rock would burn, ice would melt, nothing would stay around me. i had no constant but that space, i was so lonely.
the others were far, quite far. if i stayed far away from an object i could watch it, sometimes i liked to name them. i named one see, the sound it would make when it flew around me.
i asked it, "do you like being a solid?" he did not hear me. i was too far away but i knew if i walked closer he would no longer be. if i came closer he would be surrounding me.
i pondered.
is it worth this loneliness i feel?
is it's being worth so much for me to ache like this?
i came too close, i asked the rock, "did she name you too?" i held it in my hands and looked at the dust becoming in my light.
it said, "ta" before it was gone, and i was alone again.
i was so lonely. i wanted something of my own.
i wandered, wisps of me floated around and came back every now and then. sometimes i felt heavier, sometimes i felt bouncier. sometimes i was darker, sometimes i was brighter. but i was always me, and i was always lonely.
i never saw another one like me, i was always alone.
and then once, i saw a rock.
it was not a normal rock, it was big. it was far, but i saw blue—a color i had never seen. the gorgeous blue, i could hear the lapping of waves from far away and thought, "this could be mine."
it was lonely, but it was peaceful. i do not think it minded the loneliness.
i stayed in my spot, and sometimes i would wander and examine mine from another place. it was always water and rock.
and then, it happened.
i watched something... grow.
