Outerversal Morphon Ozymandias! IV
He was being born!
He was being born…but who was he exactly?
This question came quickly and rapidly, but it didn't have a full answer as a sense of Distortion and cloudiness permeated all around.
Within the depths of his beings, he could feel small voices trying to rise up.
Each one tried to overcome another in an effort to reach him, but they were too faint.
Their reach in this place was so, so small.
But these tiny voices didn't give up as they acted like jolts of electricity that were constantly trying to unearth something.
First was the question of what.
He seemed to make out himself as if he was a budding singularity. A mass of extremely dense energies constantly twisting, contracting and expanding.
A mass full of power that he couldn't yet understand!
But this mass was coming to fruition…where exactly? When?
He thought of looking at his surroundings, but realized there was only darkness.