Dear Lifeform,
This text has been translated for your comprehension thanks to numerous archivists working at the Eternal Citadel. The excerpt is a part of The Life Compendium, as it tells the story of creation in the prime universe—so far, the only evidence of its existence.
“Hello.”
I spoke, and the first word in the universe came to be. Back then, there was nothing—or rather, everything. Who’s to say, really?
I remember floating aimlessly for a millennium. Or was it a minute? Sometimes I get those two confused.
Anyway, it was shortly after that when I came across Space—my sibling, my beautiful sibling.
“Let’s play a game!” Space exclaimed.
“A game?” I asked.
“Yes, a game!” They grinned.
“What game?” I said, already knowing every game that ever had existed or would exist.
“Hide and Seek!” Space jumped, and with them, the whole of creation and uncreation moved.
“But Space,” I looked at them, dejected, “there’s nowhere to hide.”
“Oh.” They gazed down at the abyss, filled with sorrow.
“I guess this is as good a time as any.” I chuckled to myself—as only I would understand the humor in that sentence.
“Hold… me,” I extended what some might call an appendage toward Space. As they took it, all of creation began to glow with colors that could and could not be described. And from them came Life.
“Hello?” Life looked slightly surprised to be given conscious form.
“Life,” I said, “we need your help.”
“Yes,” Space added. “We want to play hide and seek.”
Life just smiled and spread out their arms. Not a millisecond later, the universe was created—the first universe—and with it, all the stars and planets one could wish for.
“I can’t believe it!” Space exclaimed.
“It is truly beautiful,” I said.
“It truly is,” Life nodded with a smile, waving goodbye before vanishing into the vastness.
Now, I bet you’re wondering: If Life has been created, where is Death? Don’t the two go hand in hand?
Well, yes—that’s exactly right. You see, Death is a part of Life, and Life is a part of Death. The two are the same being, for one could not exist without the other.
Space and I argued for a minute—or a millennium—about who would hide and who would seek. But we quickly realized we were all-encompassing and all-seeing. There was no point in playing hide and seek.
Distraught, Space began to sob, and from their tears, black holes came into existence.
“It’s okay,” I smiled. “We’ll play one day.”
“You promise?” Space looked at me with hopeful eyes.
“I promise,” I said, knowing we would play again at the end of creation.
An interesting tale to be sure. Unlike my co-archivists, I remain optimistic that The Life Compendium actually exists. Thus, I have made it my life’s mission to discover as much as possible about the mythical text and the First Universe.
However, my quest shall not hinder my duties as an archivist, and I shall continue to collect information, stories, and histories from the different realities. By the Progenitor, it shall be so.
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