The Origin was alive.Not in flashes of light or bursts of power. Alive in every sense. Every pulse of existence hummed through me. I could feel the rotation of planets, the birth of stars, the faint flutter of wings on distant worlds. Every choice, every possibility, every fragment of life flowed through my veins like molten energy.And yet… my chest ached.Theodore’s absence was a hollow void I couldn’t fill. His golden warmth, his laugh, the way he anchored me in reality all of it was distant. Like a memory trapped behind glass.I flexed my hands, and the Origin responded. A world formed beneath me in a heartbeat a forest, rivers, mountains, skies. I hadn’t meant to, yet the energy obeyed instinctively. Creation was now a language I spoke without thinking.Then the Void returned.Not as a shadow, not as a threat… but curious. Watching. Testing. Its hollow gaze swept across the worlds I had created. Its voice, soft but cutting, resonated in my mind:“Existence… thrives.”“Yes,” I wh
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