Darkness, nothing can be seen.
Or perhaps it's chaos, where nothing can be perceived.
I awoke in a daze, and then wandered aimlessly again.
who I am?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
The three questions that came from my instincts left me in a state of prolonged confusion.
Nothing can be seen, touched, or sensed; one's own existence has no substance, as if it were just a memory that appeared by a series of coincidences.
What, then, is memory?
When you encounter a lot of words out of nowhere without knowing or understanding anything, it only deepens your confusion and bewilderment!
Whether one can maintain a single direction while moving forward is unknown.
Without any reference points, one can only rely on instinct to move forward.
It wouldn't be surprising if what he meant by "walking" was actually just standing still.
There is no concept of time; it is unknown how much time has passed—perhaps a moment, perhaps millions of years.
It was still that chaotic space, with the same characteristics everywhere; he couldn't find a second place that was different.
The void of consciousness didn't know what to do; it was filled with endless loneliness.
What is loneliness?
Why be alone?
Why are so many strange words suddenly appearing? Am I starting to get a brain?
What is the brain?
Why do we need brains?
In the chaotic space, the illusory consciousness was troubled by the words that suddenly appeared. Knowing nothing about them, it could only repeatedly ponder their meanings.
"I can't find it, I can't find anything. Maybe I should create a space that belongs to me."
The void consciousness stopped moving and stared at the chaotic space before it.
He didn't know why he was doing it; he was just following his instincts mechanically.
Under his gaze, the chaotic space he was staring at seemed to change; black specks flew from around the chaotic space and stopped where he was looking.
One by one, black dots appeared, piling up one after another. It took a long time for them to go from being invisible to barely visible.
But there's no concept of time here, so he doesn't know how much time has passed.
However, being able to observe changes in chaotic space using only the meaningless concept of time is a worthwhile trade.
I stared intently at the black spot in front of me; it was so small, almost at the limit of my visual perception.
He wanted to create a completely new space for himself, different from the chaotic space; this Little One black spot in front of him couldn't do anything.
"It would be better if it were bigger."
It was just a faint sigh from a dreamlike consciousness.
"Boom"
The black spots in front of me suddenly exploded.
Like a paint bucket that had exploded, the entire chaotic space was rapidly filled with black, and the black space was still expanding wildly outwards at an extremely fast pace.
The Void Will was unaware of how far the black space created by its own words would spread, nor did it intend to stop it, allowing the black space to expand rapidly.
The void will landed on the black space and carefully observed it.
He was tired of the chaotic space that was empty and monotonous; the black space that had appeared now attracted all his attention.
Like a toddler receiving a new toy, the appearance of the black space allowed them to experience excitement, joy, and happiness...
However, the void will drifted along the black space for a long time; there was nothing but blackness here.
The only difference between it and the chaotic space is its color.
What color is it?
I don't know!
He began to feel disgusted with the black space, just as disgusted with the chaotic space.
"Could there be a being who can communicate with me, so I won't feel so lonely?"
Last time he wanted a black space, and a black space appeared. This time he wanted someone to communicate with, but no one appeared.
The void consciousness thought it would take some time, so it waited a long time, but it never appeared. It seemed that the black space that appeared when it said it needed a larger space was just a coincidence.
"A being that can communicate has appeared."
"A being that can communicate has appeared."
I don't know how many times I've called out.
But no life was found.
"Loneliness! There's not even a soul to talk to; I can only talk to myself."
So much time had passed that the Void Will had instinctively come to understand the meaning of some words, even though it didn't know why those words had to represent those meanings.
However, he doesn't need to know why; he only needs to know that he can fully express his meaning.
The Void Consciousness had given up on paying attention to the rapidly expanding black space. Unable to understand profound questions, it only wanted to find someone to communicate with.
"I wish I could split myself off, then I'd have two versions of myself."
In the unconscious, vacillating state of mind, I suddenly felt myself being torn apart, with a small part of my consciousness being separated.
I couldn't wait to look over, eager to see what my split body would look like.
However, it has no appearance or specific form, unlike the black space which has a specific color; it is merely a void of consciousness.
If he weren't in the same state of nihilistic consciousness, he wouldn't be able to identify where his fragmented consciousness was.
Can we talk?
Can you speak?
There was no response; the fragmented, void consciousness did not react to his greeting in the slightest.
He didn't know if the other person could understand what he was trying to express, but he kept calling out to them.
The split second form of the void consciousness did not react or move; it remained exactly as it had been split off.
The nihilistic consciousness gave up, and could only optimistically believe that it should be the same as when it first appeared, knowing nothing and unable to express its own thoughts.
It took him a long time to learn to think, and even longer to accurately use many profound terms that he himself did not understand.
To prevent the second version of the vacuous consciousness from becoming bored and helpless, just like its original self.
The void consciousness kept repeating what it could say over and over again.
He didn't know the other party could hear him, but he didn't care anymore. The appearance of a will different from the chaotic space and the black space was enough to make him happy.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint, intermittent sound finally emerged from the second person's unconscious mind.
"Who... are you?"
"Little brother, you can finally talk."
"Um, thank you... for... me."
"It's just the two of us here, no need to thank me."
The void consciousness felt extremely happy, finally having a companion to communicate with, even though he seemed clumsy and couldn't speak clearly.
"From now on, you'll stay with me, and I'll take care of you."
"Thanks."
From that moment on, the second void consciousness followed behind him, cautiously observing the space divided by blackness and chaos, listening to the void consciousness repeatedly teaching him to speak.
Unfortunately, before the second ethereal consciousness could learn to speak fluently, the ethereal consciousness stopped moving.
He sensed that death was approaching.
Without any warning, at the moment death arrives, the void of consciousness calmly accepts it. Perhaps compared to this aimless drifting, death is the most beautiful ending.
Looking at the second ethereal consciousness following behind him, he was still somewhat worried about the future of his little brother who had split off from his body.
"Second, I'm about to die. After I die, you'll be all alone here. If you're lonely, try my method: split yourself off from your body. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the loneliness and isolation here."
"Two... no... you die."
The second ethereal consciousness panicked. Although it didn't know what death was, it instinctively sensed that it was not a good thing.
He didn't want to be alone here; he didn't.
Second, you've grown up. You're not the little kid who knew nothing anymore. You must be happy from now on.
The nihilistic consciousness did not change its fate because of the second consciousness's attempts to hold it back and its sorrow; the moment it finished speaking, its nihilistic thoughts vanished.
Number Two panicked and touched the body of the void consciousness. They were both nothingness, yet they could still touch each other.
However, no matter how much the second consciousness touched it, the void consciousness did not react.
"Not... dead."
"Don't... die."
"I don't want you to die."
No matter how much you shout, it cannot change the fact that you are dying of a void of consciousness.
There was no more word-by-word instruction from the void consciousness, no more voice from the void consciousness.
The second ethereal consciousness experienced what loneliness was; even though he could express himself fluently, he was still the only one existing in this space.
He stayed by the side of the void consciousness for a very long time, but he never saw the void consciousness awaken.
The second nihilistic consciousness stuffed itself into the shell left behind by the nihilistic consciousness and sank into the black space.
From the moment he appeared, his entire life consisted only of a void consciousness. Now that the void consciousness is gone, he cannot bear the loneliness, so he simply seals himself in a black space, cutting off all perception from the outside world.
He was waiting for his death to come, and perhaps after death he could go to see the void... his elder brother.
The void consciousness reappeared. Gazing at the universe filled with countless planets, a deep sadness welled up within me for some reason, as if I had forgotten something important.
I tried hard to remember, but I just couldn't, so I gave up trying.
The ethereal consciousness landed on a life-bearing planet and quickly learned the language of the planet's inhabitants, as well as a vast amount of knowledge. Apart from lacking a physical body, it was no different from a normal life form.
And because of his immortality, his knowledge surpasses that of all life on the planet.
But as knowledge increases, new questions arise.
What am I, really?
He knew he was not life, not matter, not God, as if he were nothing at all.
Yet he was absolutely certain of his existence; how could he be nothing at all?
In his search for answers, he traveled throughout the universe, visiting every inhabited planet.
I saw all life, witnessed all the wonders of the universe, and learned about almost every life-bearing planet.
But the more he learned, the more confused he became about himself; no life in the entire universe could answer the question of what he was.