Chapter 3: The new swirly thing

The tiny dots were splitting at an incredible rate and after some time, there were thousands and thousands of them.

Now the space around the figure was filled with colour and wonder.

'I think that's enough for now'

He stopped putting the energy into the dots and instead he tried to make them move in a specific way. He tried to imitate the only other thing he ever saw in his 'life'. The black vortex.

'So, I think it was something like this'

He started to rotate all of the dots around himself. He was literally becoming the centre of the multiverse.

After some time the dots were moving on their own. At first it made the figure happy, but at one point a thought came to him.

'Ummmm... I think I'm stuck'

He was the centre of the whole multiverse. Each dot represented a universe. A whole universe contained within itself enough energy to.... well.... to do anything really. There were so many of them around him that it kinda felt overwhelming. Well, not really.

'I think everything will collapse if I try to move myself forcefully'

He wasn't stuck, really, he was concerned about the whole vertex structure collapsing.

So an idea came to his mind. What if he created something to replace himself with.

'Round and stable. That the kind of a thing I need'

Yet again he started channelling energy, but instead of concentrating it in a dot he concentrated it in himself.

He had no body, he was just a bunch of mutated energy flying around, doing what he can to entertain himself. His origins were unknown, he didn't even know were or when he was at this point. He only knew that he wanted to have fun. And for reasons unknown, he felt that changing things as they are, would bring something interesting and fun.

He channelled all the energy into himself, except he did not take the energy that was inside the dots. He started feeling weird, as if his whole body getting ripped into little shreds. And finally it happened. An orb came flying from his foggy body.

'ooooohhhh... that was tough. I hope this little orb will work with this much energy'

The figure was looking at a glowing, giant, whitish orb that was in the middle of thousands and thousands little dots. He felt a connection between the 'core' and himself. It felt so alien, but so familiar at the same time.

At this point the foggy figure felt relieved and tired. He used so much energy, he now had only around 1% of his original amount.

He felt really exhausted, but happy at the same time. Something was created by him, purposely. The explosion that he made before was just an accident.

This swirly thing was his first, functional creation. His first toy, that he would play with for a very long time.

But now, he felt too tired and went to 'sleep'.

He would be really surprised when he 'wakes up'.