In the beginning.
There was only a beam of light.
Always moving forward, a light that could only move forward.
It was born from the [eternal past that no one knew], heading towards [an infinite future that no one could foresee].
It sped through the scorching past, moving towards the icy future. It never cared about what it had experienced or knew what its goal was.
It swept past countless stars, whether rock or sea, whether dark or shining, all were irrelevant to it.
It broke through the Starfield, broke through star clusters, broke through the universe, reaching beyond the universe, into the chaotic Sea of Void, and the deep void of the Multiverse.
It did not care about these things, it even broke through the barriers of the Multiverse, arriving at other Multiverses, other incredible places.
But it never pondered the [meaning of existence].
Because it only knew to move forward.
It was just a light.
Later.
