The Void was not so empty. There were, things inside it. Even the deepest reaches of the Void held other things, it was just an empty expanse, yet there were things inside.
Unacceptable.
The void would be pure. This plane merely contained a void, it was part of the Twin Eyes, but it was so impure.
There was an archipelago here, a city, a world. This did not belong here. The void knew this, yet there was a strange reverence, perhaps to a former master, or begrudging respect to one who had come before.
Aeon sealed it in a bubble, a small pocket of existence inside the Void, so that even if it was within, the Void would be pure. The bubble had an entrance in the void, but was somehow outside of it. An old place, for a resting god.
Now, redecorating began in earnest. Existence was separated from the void, as it always should have been. Entrances to all places existed in the Void, but to navigate it was the greatest of all follies. There were no landmarks in the void, not anymore. Time and space flowed in the void, for they did not exist. It was emptiness, shifting, yet still.
Inside the void, there were sparks of potential, of things that never were and could never be. Lost dreams, tales that could only be imagined, never told.
Satisfied, Aeon rested, and Andromeda began to act.
Andromeda created two bubbles, one for herself, and one for her brother.
The first was her own sphere, a garden of ideas, fantastical and wild. She captured the sparks and brought them to one place. Dreams that could never be dreamt, stories never told, plants that could never grow. Music constantly wafted through the place, but it was a music the world would never know, for it was in the key of silence. It was empty, but the empty was rich, haunting, as if a distant memory of something that could never be.
The second was made for her brother, a citadel, a prison. The voices of the damned, their ceaseless hatred, gathered here. Their mad whispers would not litter the void, but be concentrated in this location. Here was the gathering for contempt and thoughts of vengeance.
Aeon gazed in his bubble, and found the silent whispers oddly soothing. He would pet them, from time to time, telling them Soon and almost.
Two bubbles of the Void and Silence were made, one full of dreams, potential, of things to come. It was the moment right before the music plays, right before the performance began. The other full of rage and despair, it was the final ending, the apocalypse, the end of all things.
In between them, and all around them, was the Void.
Perfect.
Pure.
Silent.
Empty.
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[–] NobleParadox [S] ago
You're always welcome to visit them in the bubbles. They might get a little irritated by the intrusion, but it's possible.
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[–] NobleParadox [S] ago
Make sure you barge into the right one, you need to look in the right place for the right half.