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emilie autumn

Of Something and Nothing

Once upon a time is a very vague sort of beginning, don't you think? Which time, the nature of the time, and whether it was fluxing, failing, or deteriorating aren't included in that description, and "once" simply implies that whatever coincidental meeting of groups of particles only happened this one time. So, I'm going to be more specific for you.

Once, though perhaps it happened again in another galaxy of nothing unknown to me, upon a time in which there wasn't time at all, when time moved neither forwards nor backwards, in fact, it didn't move because it didn't exist, and not existing it also didn't flux, fail, or deteriorate. For how can nothing deteriorate? What would i deteriorate into? What would be left? These are all important question I simply won't answer, because I can't. I'm not nothing, and so I can't possibly know the answers. Now, getting back to the story.

So, in this nothing, a boy appeared. Now, you may say that's impossible, as only nothing comes from nothing, and you'd be right. It is impossible. However the boy looked around him and blinked. Time existed then, since it took time to go through those actions, and with the newly appeared time flying out to touch all corners of the nothing, the boy stood.

So you are probably wondering if he is the good or the evil of this story, but you would see the issue with your thinking is that at the time there was just the boy, and nothing. Your ideas of good and evil are relative, and in the nothing, there was nothing to be relative to.

The boy in the nothing could not feel, since there was nothing to feel, and couldn't think, with nothing to think about. However, when he inhaled, since that is a necessary bodily function and instinctual, the lack of air meant he inhaled nothing. And the nothing reacted with his body in a few strange ways.

For one, it shone in his eyes, making them bright, creating bright. And next it entered his lungs and flied into each capillary and was transported into his blood, which started to exist as he inhaled. When the nothing did so, it created red, and that meant color. Color then existed in the nothing, and the nothing realized that it was a black sort of nothing. It was pleased with that, and pleased with the boy who had helped it realize this and encircled him. There is nothing nothing likes more than something, though until it decided this there was no such thing as liking, or as deciding. The boy was the only something to be had.

And he breathed out. He breathed out the color that had turned his blood red, but coming out of his mouth it was violet, and it swirled patterns as the nothing gobbled it down. Something strange about something: something is something, and nothing is nothing. They can turn into each other only when there is less of one. Of course, in the newly spanning time there was far more nothing than something. And the boy breathed in and out again.

This time he exhaled air, soft white air with its carbon dioxide and traced of oxygen and nitrogen. It drifted up and expanded in the nothing. And as it expanded, it condensed, until a soft white and violet haze hung about the boy. So he stood up, and he started to walk. The nothing danced about his feet in a soft green and brown haze, jumping up to meet him like a puppy. And the air turned blue with the distance, hardening into a thick haze of sky.

So the boy found himself without nothing for the first time. There was something all around him. Air, grass, earth. Expanding on and on into an orb surrender by nothing, eating at it and growing. The purple haze stayed around the boy. It was saturated with the nothing, since it was the first something to be outside of the boy, alone with the nothing. It wasn't quite something, but it certainly wasn't nothing. A violet haze around the boy. Magic.

And so the boy, watching a planet form around him, turned his gaze to the blue of the sky. He could sense the nothing beyond it, the back nothing that faded as the something ate away at it. Because there was still more nothing than something, and so the two forces attempted to find equilibrium by expanding the something. The boy was no longer necessary, his spark had lit a fire that raged through what would soon cease to be nothing and start to be the universe. However in using that spark to make the something, the nothing had effectively taken the boys life force with it as it faded, leaving him behind with nothing animating him. And this nothing was the wrong sort of nothing. The permanent kind. It could not be anything, ever. It would remain nothing. And so, though he existed, as the world started to form around him the boy really didn't exist, because he was nothing. So he watched on as more like him evolved from the nothing (which wanted to replicate its spark, for it was a wondrous original something) and walked the earth, for that's what they called it, Earth, and each person, for that's what they were called, was born in his image, full of nothing, because of course his spark couldn't be replicated, having not come from nothing to begin with, you see.

But unlike the nothing inside of him, in his swirling purple aura that was both something and nothing, yet neither, their nothing could be made into something. Emotions. Ideas. It came from their core of nothing. And so when it ran out, when they could no longer make something, they would fade, unlike the boy and his eternal nothing that could not be something.

So he walked the earth alone. Surrounded by his aura and filled with his nothing, watching it all pass him by, never acknowledging him because, since he was filled with nothing, he didn't exist to the creatures of something.