I am a creator and for eons I have watched the stars of my peers. Impossible worlds, strange and wondrous, each with a story to tell. With all that I have witnessed, one may think I'd have a story to tell. But I do not. I have no stars. No worlds. No stage for characters to play. For eons I have been a staring abyss that shares nothing.

  I had no desire to share. To create. To change. I have always been an observer. But what does one do when there is nothing left to observe? I know. I must create. Perhaps something grand.

  A world of loci. An ever shifting archipelago. Where every landmass is a world and god onto themselves. All shall be given the same freedoms without bias or pressure. They will be ruled by inspiration and aspiration and their divinity will be forged by their desires and decisions.

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  I have crafted an abyssal marble. A world of water and void. All that fall into its depths shall be erased. Only the sands of creation may surface to start life anew. To give birth to loci. To new would be gods. To civilizations and peoples. To wonderous stories.

  The waters of this nascent world are calm, almost still. Only the subtle wakes of shifting loci disturb its surface. A corona envelops the world casting gentle light that waxes and wanes, as if it were lit with bioluminescence. The sky is blotted white in the day. Shifting luminance and spectrum, Revealing a night sky speckled with fire lights of every color. The sky is at its brightest when a new loci is born… And at its dimmest when one dies.

  At first dawn for a single day the world shown in gold. Countless tendrils rose from the depths and Sand frothed atop waves, coalescing in pockets.of riveting gold. On the first night winds swept sands drifted upward through the air. In gentle spirals. In compressed spheres. In flowing falls. The first touch’s felt by unseen hands.

  The sands harden and soften. Erupt with scorching heat and chilling winds. Turn to ash and smoke, ice and snow, metal and stone, flesh and bone, acid and plastic and glass and FIRE! Everything at their fingertips and theirs to choose. Their worlds to be shaped and molded.