Like gentle fingers lazily dipped into warm water, something stirred. Exactly what it was that was stirring, would later be individually described as many things.

The two orbs that had collided created no flash; as they possessed no light. They created no noise, as they contained no mass. The new orb, previously being two orbs that drifted lazily, now had the slightest spin.

Countless other orbs were in the area, none of them bigger, more energetic, or with any less lack of purpose than any other. The dual orb continued spinning.

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Hours later...

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An orb, one listing lazily in its own vicinity like so many others, began to float away. It floated slowly, ever so slowly, towards the living room's wall in the direction of a broken and overgrown outdoor pathway leading down the hill the house overlooked.

But the orb wasn't blocked by the wall's peeling wallpaper, wood base, or decayed insulation. It continued floating along its pathway, a wide spiral, until it collided with the dual. *The old man came back into the house and closed the door. "There was something off about the neighbors, but they seemed courteous enough", he thought to himself.*

The triple orb continued spinning just as it had when it first began.

Along the pathway, where it was more grass than anything else, was another collision. These two orbs merged just as the path made its sharp curve leading to the overgrown white building by the stream.

*A woman wearing a white dress stained with dirt and grass stood up, holding her pruning shears in one hand. She looked at the bush with pride.*

*Stupid Mike's face showed only mild curiosity, but that ended when he didn't see anything of value inside the chapel ruins.*

This wasn't the only place in the area where two orbs had collided since the first pairing. In front of the house with the open sliding glass door was another occurrence.

*An image flashed in the postman's mind. It was from some television show, and the postman in it always threw the newspaper roll in such a way that it always landed perfectly horizontally in the mathematical center of the doormat. "What stupid nonsense", he thought to himself as he threw his delivery, which landed in the window garden, crushing three tulips.*

*The man got out of his parked car, put the keys back into his pocket, closed the car door, and started walking towards the pathway he had walked down so many times before. "I've been looking forward to this all week", he thought to himself, "I can really use the recharge."*

So many other orbs were beginning to follow the direction of the new orb stream. A motionless dust cloud condensing into spiral arms, all centered and growing from the center where three that became one now hungered.

... or retracting from it.

Inside the small house with the open stained glass window, three other orbs had yet to collide, but if they were detectable by a human in any way, they could calculate that they would in fact merge due to the direction and speed they were all going. If it meant anything, they would collide and merge just as they reached the joined orb at the top of the pathway.

*He looked at the flower vase on the dining table and suspected she knew that he was only pretending to not care about her flower garden. She probably realized that he liked the look and smell of flowers just as much as she did. After all, she was his wife.*

*One of the mice living in the nest the recliner had since become tried to get the attention of the girl in front of him. A pain hit him in the hind leg, causing him to squeak in surprise.*

*It was one of her better plates. Her hands weren't as stable as they used to be, nor was she as strong in any of her muscles. At least she still had the strength to use her broom.*