Chapter 1: the first light in a sea of dark

In the galaxy that resembled the form of flowing milk, it brimmed with colorful lights of all kinds. The colors of the stars would gather in troupes as partners. They would dance in the endless space to music only they could hear. And as they moved to the song, their brightest light would shine and form strands of rainbow-like hair that swayed in the wind, marking the galaxy as their color.

In between the bright stars, there were barren planets of gray rocks and water. When they attached themselves to the stars, they too wished for a purpose, for they could not shine themselves. Searching for something they could do, they received a task only capable of being done by them. The gray masses of rock became mothers and fathers to life. They nurtured all those who came to them in their loving embrace, protecting their beloved children with shields of Luna.

Though this place of color and vibrance danced happily in peace, inside itself it hid a massive darkness that consumed everything that entered its domain. The illumination of the stars could not color this place with their light; they could only waste their efforts and watch as even their brightest radiance was eaten by the black plane’s shadow.

Several millennia have passed since the last dance of the stars. For those who lived on planets, it was a long, long time to wait, but for the galaxy, it was only a second. As all was normal in the galaxy at the time, a small stone drifted from the sea of the brightest stars to the deepest dark of the black abyss hidden within the galaxy. On that small stone slept a small infant baby that was shown with the light of the galaxy.

No light could live or survive in this plane of darkness and blindness, but the little child sleeping on a stone shone with such light that it illuminated his surroundings.Though it was dim, the boy lit up the empty expanse, like a gentle lamp giving one sight in a dark room. For the first time in its existence, the dark plane was lit by light, if only slightly.

A century had passed, and the infant child had grown older, but it was still too young to mature.As the child became more aware of its surroundings, it always felt lonely, being the only one to shine in this place. In his loneliness, he tried any method that he could think of. He tried, he tried, he failed, but he never gave up in his search to make someone or something that was like him. All of his attempts failed, each and every time. Then he fell onto the stone he slept on, and looked at the black darkness above him.

The child’s energy was all but drained. He had enough to keep himself awake, but not enough to get back up. His efforts made his head feel as if metals were stacked on top, and his eyes didn’t know where to look, so they spun around, further worsening the boy’s condition. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to rest, but he could not, for his body didn’t allow him to, but when he had enough, he closed his eyes and tried to force himself to slumber.

His body told him, "It’s too cold!" "It’s too hot!" He could not feel comfortable in any temperature. His head felt as light as a feather, yet it was also as if it was filled with lead. He thought his own body was toying with him. Even worse, his mind did not let him time to breathe either: thoughts of his loneliness, of his sickness, of his inability to do what he set out to accomplish. Even after all this, his eyelids refused to move.

Seconds, minutes, and hours passed from that time, and the boy was unable to sleep, but his body’s pain and his mind’s scream quieted down, and now, there was only silence in his being. Though he could not slumber, his mind rested, and so did his body. This state of peace, of calm, restored his being, and now he had just enough energy to do what he needed.

He rose from the ground and took a stance, his hands close together, channeling his power into his arms and holding it within his palms.His whole body was shaking with great force, but his concentration and will stood unbroken. He continued further, even as his body screamed to stop, even as his mind became a haze of smoke and blur, he did not stop. When his palms felt as if they were burning, he shot out the gathered radiance of light into the darkness above.

His body could not endure anymore, and his mind could not focus on anything. The child collapsed onto the stone floor, and he closed his eyes once again, trying to reach that state he had once been in before. As he shut his eyelids and faced the sky, he did not see darkness, but a warm, yellow hue that graced his eyes.

He could not stand, but his head could still move. When he faced the sky, he could not speak, for he had no words to utter. He could only watch the plane above and admire his first creation: the dark plane’s first light, a yellow star.

-end.

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