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From the beginning, there was nothing.
At least, that was what He understood.
He wasn’t, and then He was.
He opened His eyes, and immediately regretted it.
It was not like waking. He did not know what waking was.
It was something else.
Something sudden, jarring, an invasion of something new into a place where nothing had ever been before.
And the first thing He knew was pain.
It was not a pain of his body, not like the aching of flesh or the sting of something sharp. It was a pain inside His mind, something for which He had no words. A force too great, too powerful, pressing into His being all at once.
It was light.
But He did not know it was light. He only knew it was there.
It was… everywhere. All around Him, all within Him. It filled the vast emptiness He had not realized existed, pushing away the darkness that had cradled Him before.
The darkness had been quiet. The darkness had been calm.
This was neither.
It was not soft. It did not whisper. It shouted.
It flooded into Him, stabbing through His closed eyelids, burning into His thoughts, forcing itself to be known.
It was demanding.
It did not ask to be seen.
it forced itself upon Him.
For a moment, He thought He was being attacked.
He clenched His eyes shut, gasping, trying to escape it. But it was inside Him, around Him, a force He could not flee from.
“Do not be afraid, my child. Open your eyes, see the light, and you will soon learn that it will not harm you.”
The voice did not force itself upon Him the way the light did. The voice was warm, gentle, unlike anything else in this strange, overwhelming existence. He did not recoil from it.
He trusted it.
Slowly, hesitantly, He opened His eyes again.
This time, He forced Himself to see.
The light was not one thing. It was many things, all at once.
It was gold. White. Blue. It shifted and changed as He moved, as His eyes struggled to grasp it. It was infinite, stretching outward, so vast that it did not seem to end.
And within it… within it were things. Shapes.
Some were hard, some were soft. Some bent when the unseen force moved them, others stood unmoving.
He tried to understand them, but His mind had no words for what He saw. The colors, the shapes, the brightness. It was all wrong.
But if it was wrong, then why did it feel so… beautiful?
A part of Him did not want to look away.
The pain of the light had faded. What was left behind was something else, something that tugged at Him, urging Him to reach for it.
He had never known darkness. Not truly. But now that He had seen the light, He never wanted to lose it.
And so, He took a deep breath.
And He began to see.
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The world around Him was vast and alien, stretching endlessly in all directions. His gaze flickered from one strange thing to the next, trying to make sense of it all. Before Him stood towering, unmoving figures - things unlike Him. They stretched high into the blinding brightness above, their many limbs adorned with smaller, fluttering pieces that shifted and swayed in an unseen force.
He did not know what to call them.
At first, they were simply there - formless, nameless, unknown. But then, something in His mind reached out, grasping for meaning. The colors of these towering figures were unlike anything He had ever known, yet they spoke to Him in their own silent way.
He decided the deep, rich hue of their bodies would be called brown.
The smaller fluttering pieces, so different, yet attached to them, would be called green.
And these great, unmoving things… trees.
Yes, trees. That was right. That was what they were.
He lowered His gaze. Beneath Him was something softer than the trees, something that moved with His touch. He reached down, running His fingers across the tiny, countless strands. They bent beneath His hand, springing back as though they lived and breathed.
This, too, needed a name. He thought for a moment before deciding.
Grass.
He liked that.
A sound- light, quick, and unfamiliar, drew His attention. He turned toward it, discovering two tiny thing, no, creatures, perched upon the branch of a tree. They were unlike the trees, unlike the grass, unlike anything He had yet seen. Their bodies were small, covered in thin, delicate strands of something soft. Their tiny eyes glimmered like the light itself, and their movements were fast, darting, full of energy.
And they spoke.
“Chip-chip.”
“Chip-chriip.”
“Chip-chip-chip.”
He did not understand their words, but somehow, their sounds filled Him with something bright. Their voices danced through the air, light and playful. They… sang.
And as He watched them, another realization formed in His mind.
He would call them birds.
Yes. That was right.
“Do not worry, my child. Soon, you shall understand them.”
The voice again. The warm, soothing, infinite voice.
He turned wildly, searching for its source. But there was no one.
His eyes could not find Him.
And for the first time, He felt something strange - an emptiness, a hollowness within Himself.
He did not like it.
“I am up here, my son.”
Slowly, carefully, He looked up.
And He swallowed.
He knelt.
Above Him, in the vast brightness, was a face.
A face filled with a gentleness He had never known.
Kind.
Smiling.
Familiar, though He had never seen it before. The being had a lower body like His own, but it stretched beyond what His eyes could perceive. He was too large, too vast. The thing He would later call the horizon barely reached the being’s shoulders.
Yet despite its enormity, it radiated something intimate, something He could not name.
Something that filled the hollow space inside Him.
He felt safe.
Protected.
The being had spoken to Him. He understood the words, but when He tried to respond, His tongue refused to obey.
The sounds were garbled and broken.
Wrong.
“Don’t worry,” the being reassured. “Soon, you will be able to speak. Take your time - you have all the time in the universe.”
He tried again. This time, a single sound formed.
“A… aa… Adda… dadda…”
It was strange, these sounds He made. But He nonetheless marveled at them. He looked down at Himself, trying to move the thin things attached to His arms. He flexed them, watching in wide-eyed wonder as they curled and straightened.
A soft chuckle echoed from above.
He looked back up, pointing at the being.
“You want to know who I am, don’t you?” the being asked.
He nodded. He knew this movement meant yes.
“Hehehe… Well then, I am your Father. And you, Adam, are my son.”
Adam.
The word resonated within Him/Adam. It was not foreign. It was His.
He repeated it, slowly at first, then with more confidence.
“Add… Aaamm… Daddaa… Adaaa… Adddddam… ADAM. Adam. Adam.”
Father smiled, and in His many eyes, Adam saw something else. Something deeper than warmth. Something that made His chest feel full, alive.
Adam pointed at the being again.
“Fa… Faaa… Fatt… Ther… Er… Faath…”
“Father,” the being repeated gently.
Adam grinned. He wanted to say it, to make it real.
“Fath… Fathe… The… the… the… fa… the… er… Father… Father… FATHER!!”
Laughter, bright and unrestrained, echoed through the vastness of the sky. It was not mocking, it was joy. Adam laughed too, for the sound of it filled Him with something good.
“You can also call me Dad,” Father said, still smiling, “or Big G, if you want.”
Adam did not know what “Big G” meant, but he laughed anyway.
And then, Adam wanted more.
Nothing else mattered, not the trees, not the birds, not the grass beneath Him.
Only Father.
He stretched his arms out, jumped, tried to reach Him.
But Adam did not reach Father.
No matter how high he jumped, he always landed back on the ground. A heavy, unpleasant feeling settled in Adam’s chest. He did not like it.
Then, the ground shifted.
Slowly, gently, He was lifted. Looking down, Adam saw that he was no longer on the green softness of the grass, but on an enormous hand, cradling Him with care.
Father had understood.
Now, Adam was face to face with Him.
Tentatively, he reached out, touching Father’s face. It was warm. Comforting. Without thinking, He wrapped his small arms around Him, hugging him tightly.
It must have been a strange sight, something so small embracing something so vast. But neither laughed. Neither cared.
Because in that moment, there was only love.
After a time, Adam stepped back, looking up once more. The sky, once bright and endless blue, had changed. It was now darker, speckled with countless tiny lights.
Adam’s mouth fell open.
He pointed at them.
“Father?”
“You wish to know what they are?” Father asked.
“I… I… wwiish… tooo… knnnoo…”
“Very well.”
And so, Father explained. He spoke of the vast universe, of stars, the giant, burning spheres of light. He pointed to one, the brightest in the sky.
“What would you like to call it?” Father asked.
Adam thought. Then, slowly, he said, “Ssssuuun. Sun !”
Father’s smile widened. “A truly great name for a very precious star.”
Then, Father showed Adam his home. A beautiful world, green and blue, both vast, and yet compared to the universe so small.
“This is your kingdom, my son,” Father said. “You are the first human. The plants, the animals, they are yours to care for. A good king nurtures his subjects, protects them. Remember this.”
Adam nodded, solemn in His promise.
Father then lowered Him to a new place. A garden unlike any other, lush and thriving. Yet, in its center stood a peculiar tree. Its color was… wrong. The red fruit it bore was strange. Ominous.
Adam disliked it immediately.
“Listen well, my son,” Father said, voice firm. “You are free to do as you wish. But this tree - this fruit - you must never eat. Do you understand?”
Without hesitation, Adam nodded. He did not want it. He never would.
“Good. Until then. Goodbye, my son.”
Adam turned to respond, but when He looked back, Father was gone.
A strange sadness welled in His chest. But He shook it off. He looked once more at the tree -the cursed fruit - spat on the ground beside it, then ran.
Adam ran as far as he could, eager to explore this world. He was determined, that when his Father returned, he would make him proud.