A void that contains not even darkness… but silence itself. From that energy, something began to form. Like a shadow, it moved, gathered, breathed slowly. And eyes… not that see, but devour what they look at. And its steps? They made no sound, yet left a mark upon the void itself. It walked… moving through the emptiness for a time uncountable, immeasurable. No goal, no end, just an empty awareness walking. But something began to change… cracks, fissures in the void, opening like wounds in the skin of silence. From each rift, countless worlds emerged: worlds of fire, of ice, of light… and of motion. Among them, a different dimension. A realm full of life, of colors, of speed. And in it, a blue creature running nonstop, challenging foes, smiling through it all, with the ground beneath him in constant motion. The entity stopped, staring from afar. Then… it began to change. Its shadowy form shaped itself, imitating that creature… but in its own way: a body made of void, eyes like black holes, teeth like shattered glass, and a silence no universe could describe
A long time had passed since it took on its new form. It wandered through the void as it always had, but something had changed. Its eyes—or what resembled them—no longer simply watched… they began to **ask**.
"Where did these worlds come from?"
"Where did these laws arise?"
"How is light shaped? And why are there form and boundaries?"
A desire it had never felt before began to grow within it. A desire not for destruction, nor for conquest, but for **understanding… and creation**. It wanted to know how dimensions are born, how universes are built, how the laws that govern time and matter are written. So it began to observe… Every crack in the void became an open book. Through them, it saw how space-time took shape, how stars were born, how "logic" controlled the flow of all things. Little by little, it began to learn. Not from a teacher, not from any living being, but through **silent observation**… and deep contemplation of the architecture of the cosmos. And with time, it came to know how to open dimensions, how to insert its awareness into them without being detected, even how to shape its own laws, and begin weaving a **new dimension** molded by its thoughts.
"Everything I saw… I understood."
"Everything I understood… I surpassed."
"I needed no teacher… no guide… only time, silence, and desire."
It kept walking between the cracks, watching universes form and perish, seeing how light and darkness clashed, how gravity was born, and how planets grew like seeds. Then it stopped at a corner of the void… raised its hand—or what resembled a hand— and whispered:
"Now… I will create something that belongs to nothing."
A core began to form. A vortex of compressed shadows, emitting a light unlike any light.
"From here… the beginning began."
That core expanded, and from it, the first galaxy exploded. Then another… then dozens… then countless more. But they were no ordinary galaxies. Each one **held a dimension of its own**, with laws different from the others: time flowing backward, planets that need no sun, sound echoing through the void, and a color unknown to any mind.
"I am the one who wrote the laws of this existence."
"I am the one who drew its orbits, defined its weight, and tied its parts with unseen threads."
And at the center of this universe… it left itself, **its true shadow**, to be the heart of creation, and the source of its energy.
"And so… my first universe began. No one helped me. No one showed me how. All of this… I learned on my own."
He stood at his limit... The void behind him, and the unknown ahead. A universe born of his will, with no teacher, no template, no preset rules, only from observation, intuition, and the silence of nothingness. Then... he stepped inside. The moment he entered, it was as if the dimensions of the universe recognized him — as if its fabric acknowledged its creator. Galaxies spun in forms never seen before, stars pulsed in colors only he could perceive, planets orbited by laws he alone had written, and time did not flow — it twisted, and gravity came not from mass... but from will. He floated slowly within the constructed void, observing every atom, every ripple, every spark of light, and every flaw in logic… understood by none but him.
"This… is what I created."
"It moves… because I wanted it to move."
"It pulses… because I gave it rhythm."
"But it's not enough."
The deeper he went, the more questions arose, not as a god, but as a being still learning from his own creation. Every strange moon, every storm of light, became a new lesson etched into his awareness.
"I made this..."
"And now… I must understand how to control it."
After wandering the universe for a long time, he had roamed the universe he created, through its galaxies, lived the details of its dimensions, watched the pulse of every planet, every wave of energy, every law he had set himself. But something strange began to creep in… Although the universe was vast and endless, Although it contained everything he wanted to see, He had discovered it completely.
"What's the use of a world whose every atom I know?"
What he created was perfect… too perfect. And for him, perfection Was nothing but another form of emptiness. Then he understood… That beauty is not in creation alone, But in interacting with the unknown, With chaos, with chance, with the unpredictable. So he began searching for something unknown to him… For dimensions he did not create, For laws he did not set, For worlds he could enter as a stranger, not as a god. And he learned. He observed. He studied. And in the end, he mastered crossing dimensions. He carved his path through the void, And took the hidden corridors between worlds, Until he reached a different dimension… A dimension full of life, movement, and conflict. And there… He saw him for the first time.
"Sonic."
A small being. Fast. Free. Living amid a world full of contradictions. And despite his simplicity… He liked him.
"I will try something new."
"I will not create something this time…"
"But embody something that already exists."
There was no "Sonic" yet. He hadn't come searching for anyone… but for something different. When he entered that dimension, he found nothing but the silence of forests, the whispers of wind, and innocent creatures that knew nothing of the void nor of what dwelled within it. He saw it… a small, animal-like creature, moving slowly, unaware of its surroundings, unaware of what was coming… unaware it was being watched. The entity approached it quietly. He didn't speak. He made no sound. He showed no intent. Then suddenly… his hand extended, touched the creature's body, and shut it down. No pain… no scream… just… eternal stillness. A raw energy emerged from the body, and he reached out, grasped it like one would grasp untouchable light, and pulled it toward himself. The soul entered his body… a moment of silence. Then he felt something. Weak. Simple. But new.
"Is this… power?"
"From a being so fragile?"
"And yet… I felt it."
It wasn't immense. But it made him taste meaning for the first time. A power that came not from him, but from something else. And that was something he had never felt before.
He stood there, in the middle of the forest...
No trees moved, no wind blew.
Everything was still.
But in the distance...
Something moved.
A blue creature, fast, laughing as it ran...
Unaware it was being watched by the void itself.
Nihility smiled
"This... is the form I will test"