There was something in the interiors of nothingness, an orb of an gargantuan magnitude, it's luminous halo shined bright in contrast to pitch darkness around it as if trying to drap it but had failed .
Contorting, twisting and wrapping around outwards, then forming into white streams that twirl around and dance with themselves, as it goes on it convulguas into shapes that don't resemble any sort of being, but the streams join together and moments later it turns into a distorted humanoid figure that gradually turns into a better constructed shape slowly it gets it's limbs,it has a head that looks as if bunch of semi translucent streams of white hue that flows in rhythmic nature and for its eyes coloured in blood shades though only around the conters of it's features.
It is complete, absolute in it's own Discrete form .
It thinks ," who am I ?", Suddenly It is about to act in curusity but halts, it is better to wait he embarks on a journey inwards but finds the same which is outside .
It thinks ,"my existence is a pardon of the empty void around me ."
Suddenly a place contructs around it, it utters" home",when it looks around .
The place had one chair , it sat on it but as he sat it's face turned partially blue ,"what's happening to me !" Hello becomes unconscious in a formless realm ,there exists it's mind .
From its unconscious part comes out rocks and mountains and seas and breathable air and creates a world he ,wakes up ,"I can feel it is my creation, mine to be owned " .
"I should call myself something.","The writer."