5 Creating a World

Creating the ethereal plane of rocks gave me an idea. Why don't I create a world? A proper one. One that will last beyond just the time I imagine it in existence. One where everything is designed by my conscious mind and not automatically filled in with details.

As I close my eyes a blackness comes to me. Everything I see is dark, stifling. I imagine a little blue dot, and it comes into being. Stars automatically fill in the background, yet the blue dot has no sun. At least not yet. I move closer to the blue dot, zooming in as it rotates about its axis.

I descend upon the planet, and as I come down I realize that there is no map. Every time I try to imagine the planet the land is in a different shape, size, or position. All of these things will depend on how I want to structure my world and how big I want to make it, but I think that's beyond me as of right now. I vaguely try to clump the land together to create a large mass and then shoot myself to the ground.

Well, I call it the ground. From outer space I saw a brownish-green land mass, but as I landed I realized it was just black. I have yet to put anything here. I want this to be a peaceful world. Right now, it's just for me. A world for me to enjoy without danger or issue, a world to relax in and use as a way to wind down at the end of the day. A wheat field springs into existence, and along with it the bright blue sky and big yellow sun. A scene out of a movie I once saw occurs as I rub my hand against the wheat and enjoy the slight breeze, the sun beating down on my skin.

I bend down to smell the wheat. Everything stops. I don't know what wheat smells like I realize. I imagine it's kind of a grassy smell, maybe with a little bit of earth mixed in. But as I try to imagine the smell, nothing comes. Smelling the wheat I only smell the air around me. Stale, indoor air that suffocates my imagination. There is no breeze anymore. Just a weird stillness in a bright blue sky with a perfectly still wheat field. It's creepy. It's like a video game that loaded in the environment but couldn't enable the physics. Everything is static.

I concentrate, and the breeze starts blowing again. It used to be coming from in front, calming me down and creating serenity, but now it comes from behind, as if to create a purpose. An endless wheat field is not enough. What should I add next?

All of the sudden ideas are rushing into me, and I'm trying to imagine too many things at once. A dirt field pops into being, and then a castle, and an ocean, and a big town wall, all at once in the same place, flickering too quick to really imagine anything in particular. I shift through the ideas. A lively castle or town seems like too much right now, I would need to build those in pieces later on. Trying to imagine everything at once and I just kind of get a blurry mess where if I try to as just something else or think about anything else and come back it all just disappears. A dirt field and an ocean. The endless wheat field suddenly develops an edge as a large dirt field springs into existence all at once.

The edge seems sudden, maybe a little unnerving. It's not likely that a field of wheat would suddenly stop and then turn into just bare dirt all of the sudden. It's not likely, but it's not impossible. I move on. I'll fix that later, I tell myself, hoping that I actually do fix that later.

I imagine an ocean, and now the wheat field has two edges. As the ocean wave rolls up, I realize that it has no place to land, but it's too late. The wave crashes into the tall stalks of wheat and the dirt field, ruining stalks of wheat. This won't do. The ocean and the fields pull apart, and a 50 foot sand beach comes into existence. I need to fix another edge. It doesn't make sense for sand to suddenly transfer into wheat or into a dirt field. Wheat doesn't grow on sand, but other grasses do. I start mixing the edges together, creating a smooth gradient of sand to dirt as a new type of grass emerges between the sand and the wheat field. I keep the new grass off the dirt field however, I have other plans for that.

I stand on the beach and feel the ocean breeze. I tilt my head up and enjoy the feeling of the sun on my skin. After a moment, I turn to face the wheat. I start walking, my bare feet enjoying the nice, warm, soft sand as I move. The other grasses start off short, just reaching my knees, but as I get closer to the wheat fields they get taller until they reach my waist. I enter the wheat fields, the tall stalks of grass reaching my chest, and disappear.