A Formation

How something like this could appear in a place devoid of substance is a mystery. But then again, everything about this void is a mystery. Why should this be any different?

The abstract blob continues to stretch and contract, bending in ways that defy logic. One moment, it's elongated, almost string-like, pulled tight as though by some unseen force. But then, just as quickly, it snaps back, folding in on itself, becoming squat and rounded once again. It's like watching a dance with no rhythm, no beat – just endless, unpredictable movement.

And then, another speck appears.

A second point of color, just like the first. And just like the first, it begins to grow, expanding into its own strange, abstract shape. This one is similar to the first blob, yet different in subtle ways. Its movements are just as erratic, just as unrestrained by any rules or patterns. It compresses and decompresses, stretches and withdraws, all without purpose or reason.

The two blobs seem to acknowledge each other – not in any conscious way, of course, because they have no consciousness, no awareness. But they move in tandem for a moment, as if performing some bizarre, abstract dance together. Their forms twist and bend, sometimes moving closer to one another, sometimes drifting apart, but always in motion, always shifting.

And then, just as suddenly as they began to grow, they stop.

The blobs take on a more defined shape, though still abstract, still strange. They no longer compress or stretch. They seem to have reached some sort of final form, if such a thing can exist in this place. They float in the void, their movements now more deliberate, as if they have settled into some stable state.

Yet, they have no senses. They cannot see each other, or hear, or feel. They have no need to. They simply move, drifting through the void in ways that make no sense, but which seem perfectly natural here.

And then, slowly, they begin to float away. Out of It's view.

Not that It sees them, exactly. Seeing requires eyes, and It has none. But there's a sense of something moving away, something that was once there and now isn't. The blobs drift further and further, until they are no longer in It's range of perception.

And It remains.

Still.

But something else is happening now. There's a new speck of color, just like before, appearing in the void. This one is different, though. Its shape is even more abstract, even more complex, if that's possible. It's not just a blob this time. It's something else, something harder to define.

The shape begins to grow, just like the others, but this one grows in a way that seems... different. It's less fluid, less erratic in its movements. There's a strange sense of order to its form, even though it's still abstract, still bizarre. It's almost geometric, though not in any recognizable way. It has edges and angles, but none that fit into the usual definitions of shapes. It's as though the void is trying to create something more structured, more intentional, but can't quite figure out how.

The shape continues to grow, expanding into a form that defies description. It's not quite a circle, not quite a polygon, but something in between. If you were to try and count its sides, you might come up with a number like a thousand, or ten thousand, or something equally absurd. But the sides aren't straight, and they don't connect in any logical way. The shape bends and twists in on itself, creating angles where there shouldn't be any, curves where you'd expect straight lines. It's a shape that seems to defy the very concept of geometry, a twisted, impossible form that makes no sense but exists anyway.

And then, somehow, It understands.

Not consciously, not in any way that involves thought or reasoning. But there's a knowing, deep and instinctual, that this shape – and the others before it – were created by It.

Not on purpose, of course. It doesn't have that level of control, that ability to make decisions. But in some strange, subconscious way, It has brought these things into existence. Without even realizing it, without intending to, It has shaped the void around it, creating these abstract forms out of nothing.

But why? How?

It doesn't know, because it can't know. It doesn't have the capacity for those kinds of questions. But somehow, it has the ability to create. Not in the way that we think of creation, with thought and intention, but in a more instinctual, almost meditative way. It's as if the act of existing in this void, of simply being, has caused these shapes to form.

And yet, they are simple. So very simple. Just blobs, really, or at best, strange geometric shapes that don't quite make sense. They have no complexity, no substance beyond their abstract forms. They can't think, can't feel, can't interact in any meaningful way.

But they exist.

And they exist because of It.

It has created these things, these strange, abstract shapes, without even realizing it. They are the product of its existence, the result of its presence in this void. But they are limited, just as It is limited. It can only create on the most basic level, shaping the void in ways that reflect its own lack of complexity.

These shapes are like echoes of It, manifestations of its existence in this strange, timeless place. They have no purpose, no function. They simply are, just as It is.

And now, as the third shape continues to form, It is aware – in some vague, indistinct way – that this is its doing. That it has the power to create, even if it doesn't know how or why.

But this power is limited. It can only create on a lower-dimensional level, forming shapes that lack the complexity of higher-dimensional objects. There are no intricate patterns here, no detailed designs. Just simple, abstract forms that float through the void, existing because It exists.