In the beginning, there was nothing. Nothing except the ever expanding depths of the Cosmic sea. The boundless and unfathomable in its true and natural form. Nothing except clusters of stars scattered, the drops of colorful paint upon the inky black canvas of infinity. Burning themselves out until they could no longer maintain their own existence. Nothing except the oceans of blackness in between every galaxy. Cosmic Voids with little to no galaxies or stars... They were basically just vacant spaces. Nothing inside them. Just emptiness. Well... there's supposed to be nothing. Β· Β· β Β·βΆΒ· β Β· Β· Welcoming back my MHA hyper fixation with this one 2025 is truly 2020 part 2
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