Once upon a time, there was an entity. That entity dreamed again.
It had dreamed before. It had dreamed it constructed, it had dreamed it destroyed. It had dreamed it hunted, and was being hunted. In it's many dreams it dreamed of a world of cubes, a world of zeros and ones, a world that was constant yet ever changing.
It has once identified itself as a male gender of a species, yet in it's dream it had lost it's meaning. It wandered the deserts, no thirst befalling on it. It had sought shelter in an eternal winter, but not for the cold and snow, for it had no meaning to it – no. It had sought shelter from the night that was about to fall, for night was it's eternal nemesis. It had feared the night once in the beginning, but upon the many short dreams it experienced, it became an annoyance. For night was death, and death came in forms of monsters.
Earlier, death only had a few forms, and they were easily dispatched, but the darkness birthed more and more of them, until the entity was destroyed. Yet death had no hold on it, as like a monster, the world spat it out on the same patch of sand it appeared, face first into the blocks, and the cycle of pain and suffering continued until it dawned, when most of the foul creatures burned under it's cleansing light.
Yet some abominations could endure the day as much as the night. One kind of them was the spider. The spider was fast and jumped high, but it was fragile, and at least back then it couldn't climb walls. The other kind was entropy and decay made into rectangles and cubes, it stalked the days and nights in utter silence, and when it's prey heard a faint „hiss", it was usually too late. The green monstrousity run up to it and exploded, destroying anything in two metres. Dirt, Wood, Sand,Wool was utterly annihilated, never to return. This irked the entity. Because while wod, stone and cobblestone could be created from practically thin air, Dirt was finite, as was Gravel.
But when it started all this dreaming, it didn't care. The entity first took some wobbling steps, admired the world which was so foreign to it. Then remembering something he found out while awoken, it started realizing it's true power. For the entity could change the world in more ways than the darkness, and could use it to it's advantage.
The entity chopped down trees with it's hand, moved more dirt than it thought possible, and carried it away with no effort. Even more, it forced the wood into planks, built a workbench, and made it's first tools. A shovel increased it's dirt-moving prowess to godlike, albeit temporarily as the tools broke, leaving no traces of their existence. A Pickaxe allowed it to get something out of giant slabs of stone without destroying it, and an axe finally allowed proper tree harvesting, and preparing for the night, it made it's first weapon, a wooden club. Since back then, since the first dream, it always called the weapon a sword, but in that dreamworld it was too blunt to be used as one, so it's function was to bludgeon things to death before breaking.
Eventually the entity found coal sticking out of stone cliffs. Sometimes it's search was long and dull, the dream ending before the adventure could began, but sometimes it was short and fruitful. Knowing light was essential to survival, and that a single piece of coal would make four torches, it scaled the cliff face with nothing but a trusty pick, gathering quite an amount of stone in the process. After it found and mined the coal deposit, it decided that the hole would be a good place for shelter.
It deepened the hole in the cliff face, and when it found the time right, it settled the workbench down in a corner. Right there, Torches were made, and placed to illuminate the makeshift shelter, and the Entity wondered what it could do with the stone it gathered.
It was so deep in thought that it forgot to notice that the night fell on the outside.