After the explosion that destroyed an entire universe until it turned to ashes, nothing was left, only a vacuum in space-time.
Chaos ensued: space was fragmented, time chaotic, and matter disintegrated. The only thing that remained was destructive energy, which continued to devour any other type of energy that dared to appear.
And in all this chaos, a portal opened—and through it, a point of light entered and disappeared along with the portal itself.
Inside it, one could see a soul fragment… no, a consciousness, to be more specific, adrift in the white void of the portal. There, there was nothing.
No door or window, no apparent beginning or end.
Besides the fragmented soul—or rather, the consciousness—there was nothing or no one else. Just complete sensory deprivation. It was not known when or if there would be any change.
There, even the concept of time and space seemed not to exist. It was not even possible to say whether that was a real place or not.
Elsewhere, a soul fragment could be seen. Unlike the previous one, which seemed majestic and divine, this one was extremely ordinary.
Nothing about it caught the eye at first glance—until you realized where it was. Logically, nothing could exist in that place. Even less a mere soul fragment. But there it was.
The place where this soul was located was the true Void—that which existed before Creation.
Not the one known to supernatural and divine beings, not the void within Creation, but the one outside—and before—it.
A terrifying place, where no created being could even enter without being obliterated and assimilated.
There, laws and elements barely existed—and if they did, they were held by a thread, or else corrupted, distorted.
Time sometimes flowed forward… but often regressed.
Space was chaotic, full of fissures, wormholes, and ruptures. And there was nothing alive—except that small, fragmented, fragile, and moreover ordinary soul.
Observing it closely, one could see that, even with the Void trying to destroy and assimilate it, it resisted. It did not yield.
Over time—or with its regression—the small soul became even more fragmented, until it began to disappear.
And then… it vanished completely. But something remained: its consciousness, its will… and the…
It had lost its memories. Perhaps because of time, perhaps because of the regression of time itself. But something resisted: its will to survive, its essence as a being, its consciousness.
Over time, it adapted to the Void. Perhaps because what remained of it was neither physical nor spiritual. And the more it adapted, the more powerless the Void became before it.
That's when it caught the attention of a being who was in a palace, seated on a golden throne. One could not see who he was. His form was translucent, impossible to describe. But one thing was certain: it was possible to feel who he was.
When the eyes of the Most High turned to the small being—perhaps the weakest that had ever existed—the small soul trembled. As if it felt pure dread.
"— Interesting…"—for the first time in Creation, the Most High was fascinated. Surprised.
'He can feel my gaze, even being so fragile?' he thought.
"— You are the first to arrive there and survive by your own will to exist, breaking all existing and non-existing rules—" he murmured, even though no one could hear.
It seemed that time had stopped. As if Creation itself was on pause.
"— By the simple will to exist, you survived… and adapted to a place where existence is denied.
— A weakling. An ant. And yet, you did what no god, no creature has ever done or will do.
— You personified will, denial… and the miracle.
— You were born with nothing, as a nothing. And yet, you became something beyond special by pure will.
— What will you do now?"
The Most High did not want to use his omniscience. Not even out of curiosity. He just wanted… to observe.
And then, something that broke all logic happened. The Void—as if it did not like the Most High's gaze—became protective of the small soul. Like a mother protecting her child, the Void pulled the soul to its core. It enveloped it in a cocoon. It was as if the Void… was conscious. Or unconscious. Or both.
Perhaps, having never harbored another being before, having never witnessed the pure will to exist, the Void was enchanted. And became maternal. As if the small soul were its child.
When it realized that it was starting to evolve and absorb the essence of the Void—whatever that was—the Void was happy. So happy that it vibrated. Ripples ran through the void. And it… she… began to nurse the small being. Allowing it to absorb its purest essence.
The small soul grew stronger. Still incomplete, but increasingly alive.
Meanwhile, in a Limbo strange in every sense, the consciousness of a sinner remained adrift. Intact. Majestic. Divine. Unconscious. But whole.
And then, a door in Limbo opened. A condemned one was being… calculated. And a click sounded.
[Restart Point Found]
A golden hole appeared in the door and began to suck the soul inside. But then, something unbelievable happened. A small silver-dark soul, in the shape of a sphere, appeared out of nowhere… and was sucked in along with the soul from Limbo.
Both disappeared.
And the question was: how?
How did that soul leave the True Void for a Limbo within Creation, in such an insignificant instant of time?
The Most High saw. To others, it seemed like an instant. But to him, it seemed like an eternity. Time stopped before the two fragmented souls at the Restart door.
Something had broken the barriers of Being. It was not logic. It was not power. It was the Survival Instinct. Pure. Wild. Inexplicable.
"— That was cheating…"—commented the Most High, before the flow of time returned to normal.
Meanwhile, the Void—even without consciousness—seemed… happy. For a moment, it was at peace. It seemed like a proud mother.
"— So why didn't you do anything about it?"—asked a floating book, near the throne.
"— Because yes"—replied the Most High.
"— He did nothing wrong. He became something dazzling. An anomaly."
"— But now there are two anomalies"—retorted the Invisible Book, the first to exist, even before Creation.
"— One, I created. The other… emerged.
— And in no existing possibility… should he exist.
— And yet… he exists. And he is beyond logic."
"— Perhaps beyond the logic of Creation"—said the Book.—"What if I give him a gift?"
"— No."
"— Why?"
"— He is a seed that sprouted in the desert. He never saw rain. And yet he did not die… he became stronger."
"— I see"—replied the Book.
"— Will you curse him instead of blessing him? Will you test him, as you did with everyone? Even with him…?"
"— Do not say that name."
"— He hates you. And even if he doesn't want to, he is similar to our…"
"— Do not speak."
"— He is proud like him. But he doesn't show it. He is stubborn like him. The perfection of the imperfect.
— And he was the personification of…"
The Book fell silent.
"— Will you stop throwing the stone whenever it is about to hit the target?
— Has she already learned? Has she become the anomaly you desired?"
"— Yes… But this time it will be harder than all the others."
"— I will give this to her. As a reward for all she has been through"—said the Most High, holding a translucent golden-whitish sphere—"one of the relics from before Creation."
"— And to the other? Will you give something?"
"— No. He will be born as before. Weak. Without talent. Without power.
— If it is different, let it be by the randomness of fate.
— But one thing will remain: he dared to create his own path.
— So let him bear the consequences. Whether he will succeed or fail will depend on him."
"— Why not peek a little with omniscience? I am curious"—said the Book.
"— And where would the fun be in that?"
"— Let's just… observe."
"— One blessed with everything. Talent and power.
— The other, cursed. Without talent, without power.
— Two opposites. Like Everything… and Nothing."
"— Interesting"—said the Book.—"It seems my days of boredom are over."
And so, two beings—or perhaps not—who existed before Creation, were dialoguing. But not with words. Not with language. And if someone came close, they wouldn't even understand.
And you? Were you in this… or were you where?