Countless ages ago – in the time of Pre-C, when the world was new - there existed only one being. But within that being, there existed endless potential. The being resided on a small island covered in a sprawling grassy plain. The island stood alone in an endless sea of deep, blue, pure, water. Some would see this as a sad existence – alone in an empty world. But the being was content. It spent its time in the endless day strolling across its island. Once it reached one end it would turn around and cross to the other.
Eventually the being came to know each and every feature marking the island, and grew curious about what might lie elsewhere in the world. The being dared not to journey into the water, as it found the infinite depths daunting. So it turned its attention back to the island. It saw the flat landscape around it, and wondered if there could be more to it. Turning its gaze to the earth beneath it, the being cast its fist to the grass, and soon found that within the land there was more than just a surface. Elated, the being began digging. It dug forwards, leftwards, and rightwards, gouging deep, even, trenches across the surface of the island. The being found that this new substance was gritty and cold, in sharp contrast to the soft, embracing, grass it had grown accustomed to.
Soon the being found itself crossing its own paths through the dirt, and found that there was not much space on the surface left to dig. This did not dishearten the being, however, and it turned back to continue digging, this time in a new direction… downwards. Soon the being unearthed something it had never seen before. The surface was hard and smooth, and so very different from the dirt and grass. This encounter made the being content once more with the newfound materials it had unearthed. It began to tunnel under the dirt and bore through the stone, weaving around under the island, content once more.
But even with these new sensations, the being soon became restless again. It grew weary of the stark light, emanating from every direction, constantly shining on the being. So the being gathered all the light it could reach in the island, and hurled it into the sky, where it stuck and burned just as brightly as ever. Now the being was able to retreat into the caves in order to find solace. But looking at the bright entity in the sky, it came to pity it. Once free and endless, the light had become fixed and enclosed. So the being decided to give it something new, so that it could be happy. It pushed the light, setting it into motion, which the light had never been capable of before. Not wanting to abandon the being, which was responsible for its newfound freedom, the light set about circling the being, diving beneath the endless sea. The light intended to circle back to surprise the being.
The being, seeing the disappearance of the light, grew afraid that it had lost its only companion. Having known only solitude before the light, the being was terrified, so it created a second light, to chase after the first. But the being was afraid that the new light wouldn't find the first, so it took half of the new light's brightness, and flung it in every direction, to aid the new light in its search. It told the new light to look in every direction as it chased after the first light and that the pieces would help watch. The new light set out to track down the first. As it dove below the sea, the being watched the pieces of the light for as long as it could. As soon as the last one dipped into the water, the first light rose from the sea, behind the being. The being was overjoyed at the return of its companion. The being and the light laughed at their actions, and the light wanted to do it again, setting off once more into the sea. The being agreed and eagerly awaited the return of the light.
No sooner had the light left the sky, than did the pieces of the new light rise, heralding the return of the new light. The new light was disappointed in itself, for it had followed the light as fast as it could, but could not catch it. The being comforted the new light, telling it of the first's escapade, and asking if it wanted to join in the game. The new light was delighted, and agreed immediately. The being was truly happy at the thought that it now had two friends that it could share the world with. And the being and the lights were happy for a time.
But soon the being grew restless once more. It had grown tired of digging, and the game with the lights took so long. The being wished to have more friends, but did not know where to get them. The lights had been taken from the world around it, and thus were without true vigor. So the being decided to create friends in its own image. From within itself, the being pulled a new friend. One in the beings own image. The friend surveyed the island, and then looked at the being. In its eyes, the being saw the beginning of thoughts. And this made the being happy. It set about creating more friends. Endless friends. But to make them all the same would be cruel, so the being gave each a different personality. Soon the being was surrounded by friends. But the island was so small. The being decided to push back the edges of the island. So the being began making the world larger, to hold all of its friends. Seeing this, the friends felt the urge to help, and joined the being.
And the friends, creative in their own right, sought to make the world a better place. They created hills and chasms and mountains and caves. With so many friends, the ideas became rapid and fluid. New, wonderful, ideas that changed the world. Ideas like wood, and ores, and sand, and trees. Some of the more courageous friends saw the endless sea, and decided to take parts of it, and add it to their new world. Soon the being became overwhelmed with the new ideas and thoughts. The endless stream of consciousness was too mighty for it to handle, having been born in a still world. So the being stifled the friends' power to create.
Each of them lost the endless capacity to bring new ideas into the world, but retained some form of creative ability. Most of the friends did not mind, content to roam and play in this new world, but a few of them resented their new found limits. They ran away from the being, and hid in the endless caves that they had made when they still creating. But the being did not mind, for it had new friends to play with. And in this new endless world that they had made, the being was finally happy.
At least, for a time…