Prologue.

At first glance it appeared that nothing was happening at all, in fact whenever it tried to look nothing did happen.

It was when it glazed over and watched without watching that things seemed to happen. But that was rather boring.

To take away from the boredom it tried to remember things, what things? It questioned, before even those questions faded away in the mists of time. What were questions?

The grey mist billowed up around it again erasing those metaphysical thoughts.

So, it went back to watching, everything paused.

It looked away and the motion started again.

Odd.

Slowly it gazed back at the things happening, passively absorbing all that was going on.

Mirrored in those passively blank eyes the world started its motion, just a land mass drifting around and occasionally bumping into others of its kind.

Great rifts and pillars formed and collapsed to dust, land sundering and reforming in fractions of time.

Uncountable.

Gradually it learned that it could control its focus, that the more it focused the slower everything went.

Eventually it found a pattern and it observed the passage of time, the rise and fall of the seas and skies, the passing’s of seasons like hours on a clock, the gentle rising hand of the giants that lay between the lands, reaching up in a peak, brushed white.

And slowly over the many eons that it watched, it saw something forming, a tiny mote of existence that drew the colours of the world towards itself, leaving everything in greyscale.

As if responding to this, the world decided that colours were good, and to start producing the colours it made little moving pests, pests that never sat still, they moved in constant vibration.

The colour returned to the world to its happiness, and the creatures?

Well, they made pretty patterns as clusters of them rose and fell and died and lived in the moments between seconds of the clock of time that kept the world running.

The being watched blankly. The mote that sucked up all the colour began to grow into a small crystal.

Scream!

It jumped as from the ever-silent void a scream broke out. Shattering the illusion of the world. For eons still the being looked away – scared. But the boredom got to it and it turned back to stare at the world.

Over time it came to realise what was happening again and again before the grey mists rose and stripped it all away.

The screaming faded into the background again and again until…

It felt a tug, and a scream broke out all around the ever-quiet. Reverberating and echoing until even the echoes died and quiet reigned supreme.