Transmission 007 — Beginnings

Not all beginnings are easy.

Eshwa knew that from the very start.

Although in his mind the plan appeared perfect, things did not unfold as he had envisioned.

He had imagined a monumental display: stars collapsing and giving birth to others, and from among them a perfect world emerging, like a bird breaking free from its shell and spreading its wings at dawn.

Yet one thing is to conceive it, and quite another to bring it into being.

Creation, at every level, always carries some deviation, and the learning curve can at times grow steep.

The entire Council waited impatiently.

It was the first time in eons that such expectation had stirred among the Kordak, so much so that they had nearly forgotten what that feeling meant. Not because it was a new world, but because it would undoubtedly be a different one.

Eshwa knew this. At moments, he even wondered whether it had been madness to attempt creating something so radically different, so utterly disruptive, with so many variables that the entire experiment could collapse in milliseconds. But the thought had already taken form, and when a Kordak conceives a creation, it must become real.

He tried once, and then again, and again—each attempt ending in a different failure.

One more attempt followed, and when the bubble of his thought threatened to collapse yet again, he stopped and froze time.

He lay down on the ground as the bubble hovered above him, shimmering with iridescent hues. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

There, asleep in the laboratory, he dreamed of all creation: every drop of water, every bacterium, every fish mutating into amphibians; perfection and deviation turning back into perfection; every metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly; every grain of sand becoming rock and crumbling at the same time; every trill and every beating wing; the sounds of the jungle, the silence of the desert, snowflakes falling on a sunlit day; the wind traveling across the world, carrying seed from one corner to another.

And at the end of the dream, between light and shadow, he saw us. And you.

Then he opened his eyes, stretched out his hands, touched the bubble, and said:

Let there be light.

This world is good.

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