Chapter 3: Meeting

What created us? Or in a much more broad scope; what made everything that we know as existence itself? Countless follow similar doctrines whose thoughts align with the birth of a deity, or multiple, that caused existence to come as it was. Some think that it would have been an explosion of spacetime or something adjacent that introduced matter and particles. With that they would assume life was merely coincidental that it occurs on the right planet; just needing the right environment and variables until life starts flourishing.

Whatever school of thought one might be in there is a similar theme. The idea of something so absurdly powerful had happened to form creation. Without delving too much further into it that said existence, or if one might prefer consciousness, had its interest slightly piqued. The untold eons passed since it had last encountered an anomaly.

The existence had its being stretched across everything; that was the reason why when a small orb of essence, soul, was sucked into what could only be described as chaotic cosmic whirlpool it took notice immediately. Although the being could know everything in existence if it wanted by simply willing itself, but for its interest to be satiated the being decided to observe the small soul in its bump in the road. The existence never viewed death as it was to mortals since it is everything and simply made the tiny soul what many would call immortal to see what happens.

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Time passed and the being's interest only grew at the sight of the soul not simply wading through this 'bump' in its journey but draining the storm itself that pained its tiny being. Due to making the soul immortal it seemed to grow well past the size any one soul should ever have in terms of everything; it was truly unique now.

With the void now calm and the being, now having chosen to call themself 'Aten' to communicate, gazing at the spectacular sight of the anomaly gently started the soul's latest consciousness before it wandered.

[Good morning, little one.]

The most soothing melody could not even hope to be better than Aten's voice but in it held an undeniable power one would never dare to rebel against. That was the sentence that stirred Alex back into being, the dull gray snowy sky gone and replaced by black with a myriad of far away stars burning to form a picturesque scene.