Only you.

An endless, absolute void stretches in every direction—if direction even exists here. There is no ground beneath you, no sky above you, no air to breathe, no warmth, no cold.

There is only awareness. Pure, unbounded, infinite awareness.

And with that awareness comes a strange sensation—a quiver at the edge of thought. The first spark of something that might be called desire. Or curiosity. Or loneliness.

In the vast, silent nothing, a single thought rises like a bubble in still water:

You want to create.