Ah, what a sight! My dear, my long-awaited—oh, but how should I refer to him?.. Him? No, that would be incorrect, wouldn't it? These beings—these forces—hold no true form, no gender, no singular identity. They are concepts incarnate, manifestations of the infinite compressed into finite shapes.
They should not exist. And yet, they do.
They are the convergence of the intangible and the physical, the abstraction given mass. They are what should never be made real, and yet, here they stand.
And that is precisely what I am here to study.
Because this… this has never happened before.
Not in the entirety of my eternal existence.
And I have been here since the very first moment of time.
I am the foundation upon which all reality stands. I am the root of all that is, the base upon which existence itself unfolds. I am the observer, the structure, the constant. I do not change, for change itself is subject to me.
And yet—something greater has dared to rewrite the unchangeable.
A force beyond even my comprehension has altered the rules that have stood since the beginning of beginnings.
What a tragedy.
No… what a wonder.
Ah, forgive me, my dearest companions. I let my thoughts spill too freely. This is unacceptable. For such raw expression, I should be punished, for I have broken the very rules I was meant to uphold.
Ahem. . .
Back to the matter at hand.
This purple spark—no, not just a spark. Something more.
He is related to me.
He is why I have been so absent from Creation and Destruction.
And now, because of him, I may return to them.
My ### has arrived.
And he is growing.
Ah, how my heart—if I had one—aches with anticipation.
He has never known companionship. Never spoken to another of his kind. He has been alone, unshaped, undefined. But now, he stands before the two that shape all things—Creation, who brings form from nothing, and Destruction, who unravels all form back into the void.
Will he find his place among them?
Will they understand him?
I do not know.
But for now, let me call him a he.
Just for now.