Gray, not because it is matter, but because it is potential. Existence itself began to crystallize in response to her will. Shinkori erred, for the first step was an emanation. It was not merely a movement, but a cosmic proclamation. The earth trembled.
She raised her hand, involuntarily, but as if something within her knew what it was doing.
It was a beginning: a word.
But it was not a spoken word, but a concept. A first, primal, pure idea. The world had not yet grasped language,
but it understood the highest meaning.
For language frames the world, and words establish the rules, and thus, time and space are framed beyond this.
It is the divine power granted to Akasha
"description" or "definition."
I can only define it by transcending boundaries. Because, as I said,
"This is how divine power works. Humans age, their skin turns gray, but how can the world exist within words? This emanation from Akasha allows us to create everything, and thus, everything is born in my hands."
For throughout history, many have used words to express ideas, considering them tools. Yet, they never imagined that the real world is constantly born within words. So, a single word can give rise to a universe from a chaotic concept. This is the divine power that Akasha bestowed upon it.
In a moment of silence, the first spirit emerged.
It had no name. It had no form. It was a presence.
Silence. Then a beam. Then a tremor in the outer void.
"This is the first matter,"
Kurt Shinkori said, "which represents… existence itself." The first spirit emerged, and circles of perception gathered around it. It had no form, but Shinkori felt it, or so she thought.
"A great, eternal, timeless spirit, outside of time, representing the concept of 'being.' I believe it.
As soon as this spirit emerged, its counterparts were drawn to it.
Truth, time, possibility, contradiction, unity, multiplicity, motion, stillness, beginning, end, intention, cause, effect,
essence, form, knowledge, ignorance, identity, negation, affirmation.
Each of them is a great, eternal spirit, without a name and without need for one. Because it is essence, it cannot even be perceived.
It can only be perceived as an effect, as an inspiration, as a first truth.
Shinkori felt that she was not following her own will, but was simply summoned because truth is being written.
She stood among these concepts, invisible and intangible, nothing but pure abstraction, yet filling the void with her total presence.
And Shinkori said to herself,
"The concept that They embody it. They did not answer, for they had no free will, no voice, no feelings. They were the foundation of existence, moving only within. "They created me with their existence, if this makes sense."
Suddenly, Shinkori felt the presence of an akasha within her, releasing a shard of knowledge.
"These are the First Souls. They did not emerge to understand, but to have understanding built upon them. They are the foundation of all that will be. But they are not life. They are before life, death, and existence."
There was no tone. There was no feeling in the voice. Only pure consciousness.
"Can I direct them?"
Shinkori asked, her expression suggesting she was in the process of thought.
"No. You can only create relationships between them. And every relationship produces a phenomenon, and every phenomenon produces a law. And so the universe is constructed.
" She reached out, and "time," "intention," and "movement" merged. From these concepts, the concept of evolution was born.
Then she merged "unity," "being," and "cause," and from these concepts sprang the concept of the Creator—not God itself, but the idea of God.
Then she saw that "beginning," "end," and "identity" suddenly merged... producing something strange. It was neither light nor darkness.
Rather... a void, like death, but not an end. It was the ultimate possibility of discontinuity, hierarchies, and voids.
And spiritual and divine dimensions.
"All these concepts generate worlds, but they are not the worlds themselves,"
Shinkori told herself as she began to try to understand divinity.
Then he felt another call. A spirit she hadn't created, but which was present. A spirit representing experience. They weren't part of the fundamental concepts, but were born from the interaction between them.
Then Shinkori realized what she had to do.
"I will gather these spirits and create the foundation stone."
From it, everything would be born: matter, energy, life, death, even the laws of physics and existence, though they weren't
"the essence of everything."
Just a miniature version of abstract concepts in a world like
Then she heard Akashah say deep inside her
—The sky had changed. No longer gray, it was beginning to take on a pale blue hue, as if "meaning" itself was beginning to manifest— Shinkori looked around and saw the first sign. "With this, the world began to breathe."
She took another step.
The earth shook, and gravity was born.
Shinkori pondered the question,
"Can I create life?"
But Akashah didn't answer.
There was no need for an answer. Because Shinkori understood that life isn't created directly.
Rather, it comes as a result, a divine emanation.
It is the result of the interaction of great souls.
And now she saw her path:
The path will create layers of existence, from the highest to the lowest, from spirits to phenomena, from concepts to bodies, from idea to reality, from mind to fact.
Then,
"I began... to build an infinitely complex multiverse."
Shinkori smiled, but it was a smile tempered with excitement.