Let's set the stage, and let me ask you, dearest reader, what is the goal of life, or is there any other than the most obvious desire to exist, mayhaps there doesn't even need to be one in the first place. - The play of life begins in the nothingness, however, it is far from empty, there just hasn't been anyone to paint the grand tapestry yet, write the first poem to ignite the primordial spark of desire. In this place all longings, all thoughts, and emotions, every shape, form, matter, and energy paired into a single, condescending mass of darkness, however, it was more than just that, it was all, yet doomed to be nothing, or was it? - With no sense of time, a concept yet to be thought of, it was hard to measure just how many cycles have passed, not that any creature could even begin to fathom such a span of time, but eventually, something changed. It was as if from the creat pond of purity and perfection clumps appeared, simple energy and mass forming itself into a thick, condensed mass that was strangely beautiful, orbs of light danced in darkness' blight, shrinking and growing, dimming and glowing as they danced in appreciation for life's gift or mayhaps just an assumption. In truth, they had yet to understand these impulses, these strange cravings, and yearning we foolishly call emotions and desires, taking in every oh so little detail of such an empty, world. The first ones, we call them 'Lights,' soon began to explore, but there was little to see, only they had themselves and a mind most empty, with the exception, of one, small and different sphere that yet only now began to fathom of what was, is and could be.

'What is this, who am I, why do I ask, what do I wish to learn, but what is 'learning' and 'whishing'?' A sphere, as uncanny as it could be wondered, pulsating with seemingly divine, golden energy, and while small in size, bore a scent of rarity, it possessed a spark, a flame ever-glowing yet never diming with every stroke, conscience, desire, hope, but for what were these relics destined? 'What am I? Who am I?' Question began to form in this young mind, a thirst without well to drink from.

The sphere moved, shakingly at first in a realm baring no gravity, light, or anything remotely close to a waypoint, only darkness, the mind, and lights inhabited this realm. With no orientation, no destination or start, it began to wander forward. It stopped. It gazed. It wondered and questioned.

'What are they doing?' It wondered with child-like curiosity. Two spheres moved towards one another with an unrelenting pace, but when they touched, they did not impact, they stopped and stayed like they were stuck. Suddenly, and without any warning, they began to glow, one grew and the other withered, shrunk and parts of it crumbled away while the first one prospered. Then, only one sphere, now larger than both of them remained.

Was this perhaps the goal of life? To take and grow, mayhaps it was to give and stop exiting? Did there have to be more than this action, or was there more to be destined - They bore no mind, so did it die? The one who survived, was it still the same, mayhaps the old one died and the result now ruled, or, possibly, it just became more than it already was? - there was no answer, or was there? Who knew, who could claim or find out, was it to be believed, or did we just have to imagine it ourselves?

The little Light felt something, watching the few remaining sparks of what was once a great sphere, and slowly reached towards them as the victor left for a new feast. The sensation the little dots gave off was one of purity, it woke a sense of desire, a hunger for adventure and exploration, invigorating and improving the yearning to live. The sparks, they reached back to the Light, shooting towards and letting themselves, no, embedding themselves into the golden light.

"What is this sensation?" The Light spoke out for the first time with fascination and amazement as it felt such alien desires course through its very being. The lasting feeling of fulfillment never ceased, and yet there was a wish, a slumbering yearning to be yet more complete.

Suddenly, a ripple waved through the fragile, young spirit of the Light as it saw a new sphere approach. The Light watched it, no sense of fear ever crossing its mind. A weak pull, an unpleasant sensation like the cold seeping through an uncovered spot was the easiest way to describe it, grasped deep into the Lights being, but it acted without intention and tugged in response. The opposing sphere began to shake, become translucent, before vanishing with a pop, leaving behind more sparks that once again chose to make the golden light yet ever more whole.

At this moment, bearing only a splinter of time's smallest essence, it colored a picture of a world yet unknown in the golden light's mind, a world beyond this existence, a place where existing became more. Strange emotions and desires, strokes of yearnings, and heaps of hopes invigorated, brewed, and spewed within the depths of imagination. This fragment of a memory promised so much: such joy - such light - such sight - such smell - such touch - such taste - such sounds. The thought of creation buried itself oh so deep, to come even so close to having the weakest resemblance to this vision would spark a flame of joy burning everlasting. And yet, as the taste lost its flavor, the memory started to wane, the melody to fall deaf, the little light scrambled frantically to just have one more peek at this, dare it to say, perfect world?

"I need to grow - I need to see - the world that lies beneath this sea." The little light thought as she tried oh so desperately recall these memories before her vision caught yet another sphere, another token to see. With every coming light, the painting became clearer, the colors more vibrant, the smells more intense, however, they all started to fade, leaving nothing but the faintest of memories behind, and as the time went on, the frustration and once so grand hope to recreate this magical world so opposing to the one it was forsaken to dwell seemingly everlasting it - The world she thought that stagnated so much so as a few thoughts later, was thrown into a turmoil.

A light burned through the darkness, all light including herself paled in the shine as the very world began to change. The darkness twisted and formed as glimmers by the countless pierced the eternal veil. The little light caught paralyzed as colors she only saw glimpses of spread all across her vision, the spark of creation, the joy to make she so long lost ignited even brighter in her core, but this taste she could only savor a moment's time. The origin of this ocean of hues, an orb bearing all shades and senses shone even brighter now and pushed her away from this world, it tried to fight and stay, to see more of this act of creation, but it was to no avail as she and all those beings equal to her were banished from their place of existence, and those smallest bearing, not the strength or might, simply burst to smallest sparks.

In its vision, as she soared past this new world's birth, she tried to take in every last sip of slight, and these memories stayed within her for better or worse. Its perfectly symmetric and round body started to change, tendrils grew out, and take on a new shape. However, this change and the action was too much as it lost all control and vision started to fade. This light would now take on a journey so great that it dwarfed those highest hopes it once bore.

Author's Note

A crack, a spark, a well and hole, all in all, it formed not so long ago,
colors melted and emotions formed in fabric's most basic form.
The world trembled and shock so strong, and its inhabitants cowered so long.
The light burned and blinded, the emotions numbed and bloomed,
senses of horrors and hatred, paralleling those of love and joy,
this old world now began to fall.
A storm blowing all apart, cracks rippling through all,
and Lights only so much to illuminating the void started to fall.
Those standing in the maelstroms path faltered just as so.
For those remaining, their choice their own,
would now sow a new home or return it to what they've known.