Something is Here

The third shape finally stabilizes, taking on a form that is even more abstract and bizarre than the first two. It floats in the void, twisting and bending in ways that defy logic, just like the others. But there's something different about this one, something that sets it apart.

It has more size to it, it's more complex in its simplicity. It has more sides, more angles, more curves. It's as if the act of creation is becoming more refined, more deliberate, even though It has no awareness of what it's doing.

And then, just like the others, the third shape begins to drift away. Out of It's view.

But It remains. Still. And the void remains, too, unchanged despite the appearance of these strange shapes.

And now, things are different. Not because It knows, exactly, but because something is happening. It doesn't understand what or why, but the void that was once so simple, so purely empty, is changing.

There are shapes now. Shapes that It has somehow created. Without intention, without awareness, but created nonetheless. Three strange, abstract forms float somewhere in the void, beyond Its perception now, but still there. They are Its creations, though It doesn't know that. They exist because It exists, simple as that.

But that's not all.

Another speck appears.

It's the same as before: a tiny dot of color in the vast emptiness, a point of something where there should be nothing. It grows, just as the others did, expanding and stretching, twisting into a form that defies description. This one is different from the others. It's not just a blob. It's something more intricate, more detailed, though still abstract.

As it grows, it begins to take on a shape that is almost recognizable, almost familiar in a way that makes no sense. It looks like... a spiral? No, not quite. The curves don't follow a predictable pattern. They loop and twist in ways that spiral shapes aren't supposed to. There's a strange sense of motion to it, as if the shape is winding in on itself endlessly, yet never quite closing the loop.

It compresses and stretches, just like the others, but with a strange rhythm now. An irregular pulse, as if the void is trying to impose some kind of order on it, but can't quite manage. The spiral twists tighter, then loosens, then tightens again, like a coil that's been stretched too far and can't decide whether to snap back into place or spring outward even further.

And then, just like the others, it stops. The spiral stabilizes, taking on a more permanent form, though still shifting slightly, as if it can't quite hold still. It's not rigid, but neither is it fluid. It exists somewhere in between, a form that's always in motion, even when it appears to be at rest.

The spiral drifts away, slowly moving out of Its perception, just like the others.

But then another speck appears.

And another.

They keep coming now, one after the other, appearing in the void like tiny stars popping into existence in a night sky that doesn't exist. Each one grows, each one takes on a new shape, and each one is different. The void is filling with forms, abstract and bizarre, none of them following any rules that make sense.

One of them grows into a shape that looks almost like a cube, but not quite. Its edges are too soft, its sides too curved. It wobbles as it forms, as if it can't quite decide whether it wants to be a solid or a liquid. It flickers between the two states, sometimes appearing smooth and solid, other times rippling as though it's made of water. And then it stops, stabilizing into something that's neither solid nor liquid, but something in between.

Another form grows next to it, this one even stranger. It starts as a flat, two-dimensional plane, but then it folds in on itself, twisting into a three-dimensional shape that can't possibly exist. It looks like a Möbius strip at first, but then it twists again, folding into something even more complex. The surface loops back on itself in ways that defy logic, creating a shape that has no inside or outside, no beginning or end. It's an impossible form, yet there it is, floating in the void, existing because It has created it.

These forms continue to appear, each one more complex than the last. A sphere grows, but it's not just a simple ball. Its surface is covered in spikes, but the spikes are smooth, not sharp. They twist and curl in on themselves, creating intricate patterns that seem to shift and change as the sphere rotates. It's almost like a living thing, though it's not alive. It just... is.

Another shape forms next to it, this one long and thin, like a needle stretching out into infinity. But then it bends, curving back on itself in ways that make no sense. It loops and twists, creating knots and tangles that seem impossible to unravel. And yet, despite its complexity, it remains stable, floating alongside the other shapes in the void.

The void is no longer empty. It is filling with these abstract forms, these impossible shapes that exist because It exists. They have no purpose, no function, but they are there. They are part of the void now, just as It is.

And yet, despite all of this creation, It remains the same. It doesn't know that it is creating these things. It doesn't know that the void is changing. It simply exists, just as it always has. But its existence is no longer alone. There are things here now, things that didn't exist before.

More and more shapes appear, each one more abstract, more complex than the last. One of them is shaped like a helix, twisting upward in a spiral that seems to stretch on forever. But then it folds back on itself, creating a double helix that twists and loops in ways that defy the laws of physics. It's a shape that seems to go on infinitely, yet it's contained within the void, never truly reaching beyond itself.