The echoes left behind by the universe's birth were imprinted within the deepest layer of its information architecture. They would accompany the universe until its death. These echoes had another name—Genesis.
The dazzling, bizarre scenes quickly faded. It successfully crossed the World Barrier, which could withstand the void's corrosion, and entered the universe.
At this time, the universe was still in its infancy.
The aftermath of the singularity's explosion raged and trembled. Fragile spatial structures were constantly torn apart and reassembled. Time itself was chaotic and disorderly, and the histories of different regions were fragmented and discontinuous.
Everything mortals knew had yet to exist. Countless laws were likewise born and perished without end. The earliest primitive nebulae appeared like this...
It watched all of this curiously.
Everything in the universe was novel to It. Such scenes could never be seen in the void.
It did not understand the principles behind these things. It merely drifted through the boundless ocean of the earliest nebulae, personally experiencing the birth of the world.
Everything in the universe was gradually cooling.
Chaos gradually shifted toward order. The endless storms of space and time slowly subsided. Under the influence of some force, the primitive nebulae gathered together, and a Primitive Star was born.
It was a spherical object.
It moved closer curiously and observed it carefully.
Unfortunately, not long after it was born, a sweeping spatial rift tore it apart.
Was that regret?
It experienced such a thought for the first time.
It did not understand why this emotion had arisen within It, nor did It understand what that emotion was. It simply kept it in mind.
The universe continued to evolve. New things emerged at every moment, while countless things perished as well. Those were all "redundant information" that had been eliminated.
It merely