Dawn of Creation

Before there are humans

Before there are living things.

Before there are the universe.

Before there are lights.

There was. A darkness. An empty. Emptiness. A nihility.

There was nothing. No lights. No lives. No deaths. Nothing. Just nothing.

In the heart of the nothingness, one "life", came to exist.

A contrast, of nihility. The entity worth for calling, "A King", fitted to be "A Perfect being", suitable, to be crowned as "The First".

The First opened their eyes and found nothing except darkness.

It had eyes but could not see well. It had ears but heard nothing. For there were nothing around it.

And then, it thought, "I want to see.", but nothing happened, for lights shone from its body.

The amalgamation of its emotions made it confused at first.

"Why can't I see anything? Are there nothing around me? Am I even able to see? What is see? Is this me? What are those lines that come from me? I looked down and see something stretches further from my see point. I do not understand?"

The true irritation and frustration of being unable to know or find the answer. The feelings and words that no living things nowadays could fathom.

"Hm. I suppose this is all me?", The First moved its body parts around. Waving hands, shaking legs, and twisting body around.

"! This is….a force? Energy? Or something trivial?.... it explodes from the lower part from my see…. But I still receive it back from the thing further not far from my see in the back….", A voice.

A voice and ears.

The First wondered at how fascinating everything it did.

….

After learning about its body and basic things, The First began its searching.

A searching, for something else. Anything. The thing like itself? The thing that is not like itself? Or maybe something more fascinating else?

All it could think, was a hope. A hope for a company.

But nothing could be found. Only emptiness and…something dark….

No matter how far or long it took in searching, it found only nihility.

And then, Hope, turned into a sadness.

"There are only nothing.", it thought.

…

It stayed unmoved for a long while.

But then, "Can I make another myself?", an idea rose.

A genuinely dangerous idea, yet still covered.

The First did not know if the idea was good or bad. The only thing it knew was, it wanted to try.

The First fanned out its palms and had them faced each other trying to conjure its miniature self.

Arms, Legs, and body appeared. But no head. Nothing upper from the body to be exact.

"Good!", The First admired its first work.

The neckless entity was looking exactly like The First. Arms, Legs, torso, and some lights that shone from its body. Everything looked just like our human body features.

The neckless entity could move. It moved checking its own body like The First once did in the palms.

"Wa! You looking exactly like me!", The First spoke to the neckless entity.

The neckless entity turned its body toward the voice's direction.

….

…

And soon, the joy of the creation….turned into a disappointment.

The neckless entity could not answer. It could not even let out any voice.

Thuump!

A sound of an explosion rang out as The First squished the neckless entity with its palms.

"Haha! A failure but it can make really good sound?! Let's do it more!", The First did not care about the life it'd just destroyed.

And then The First did something anything with a soul would call "Cruel".

For a very long time, The First tried to create its miniature self, one after another, in hope that some of them could speak up, and each time it found its creations disappointing, it would crush them to amuse itself with explosion sounds.

An act, of cruelty. A merciless naïve god whom couldn't care less about its offspring.

And then, The First came up with a more fun and faster way for its amusement.

It created multiple of miniature self and crushed them all to make an even louder explosion.

Boooom!

And yes. The sound was louder and delighted The First greatly.

But there was one. One miniature of itself survived the massacre.

Its body was left with only one arm and one broken footless leg on the same side.

When The First noticed and about to crush the tiny entity with its finger, the broken neckless entity tried to curl itself up on The First's palm.

The neckless entity's body shook in fright. It had no eyes and no ears but it could sense others being destroyed or killed, so a fear struck its heart.

A fear, of losing its life. Its existence.

The First saw the tiny thing shook in fear and stopped its finger.

The First did not know why the miniature do that, but there was something arose inside.

Something that feels. A feeling.

An uneasy feeling. A feeling of burning at its core in its chest.

A feeling like a hole is being expanded inside its core.

And for the first time of The First that its finger, its hand, started to shake a little.

Guilty.

The First did not know what was that feeling nor it understood why it felt that way.

The only thing it knew was doing this will make the feeling arose. And each time it would be worse.

A bigger hole. A roaring hot feeling that burned worse each time.

"I…..", The First did not know what to say to the frightened tiny entity.

The First did not know what sorry means back then.

It did not know how to say it properly, but it knew how to do it correctly.

Do the thing that would ease both its burning core and the poor innocent tiny one.

And for the first time of the great being, it learnt the ability to return its creation back to itself.

In fact, anything created by The First would eventually return to it even without its commanding.

But this was the first time that The First felt like doing this would ease the poor little soul.

Thus, the tiny neckless entity was showered by a warm light from The First's palm, and the fright faded in the light as the tiny entity dispersed into small light particles and fused back with The First's body again.

The little soul could feel the unfathomable and unspeakable feeling that The First was trying to say just now.

And it forgave The First.

For such a difficult moment during the dawn of time, where words were not invented and feelings were hard to expressed, this was the beginning of "The most beautiful being ever"