The Girl On the Cloud
At the beginning of the universe there was nothing say for a single cloud, the final remnant of the last stars, it being all that remained from the last universe which had stood in its place. The dust sad quietly there for centuries, moving yet unchanging. A constant in a realm devoid of inconsistencies. Until one day, something did change and awoke.
She was the child of the nothing, who had since the beginning grown tired of its constant state and had so brought her into being, desperate to end and creation to begin.
She was small. So small compared to everything else. A water droplet thrown into an ocean. Her eyes were blue, like the oceans that she had not yet made and her lips were perfectly pink, similar to the roses she had not yet brought into creation. Her face and her body were perfect, soft and untouched by time. As they would remain.
She raised her head, unknowing of what it meant to be alive or awake. The surface she laid on was a pool but it did not wet her. She stood, nearly tripping, new to the ways of walking. She would have spoken, but she did not know speech, for man had not yet invented it and so she had no way of knowing it. Instead she walked through the stardust and the blackness until she reached the edge of the nothing and she starred into it. Trying to find within it the faintest bit of light, or of life to accompany her in her solitude. But in the abyss she found nothing. No light, nor life or warmth. The girl let out a breathe of air and she watched it as it formed in front of her and then dissipated.
She looked around at the dust, its shimmering lights being the only sources of such she had ever laid eyes on and she imagined the void to be filled with them. A thousand, thousand twinkling dots painted about the nothingness, but when she looked again at it, it had remained unchanged and she hung her head, disappointed at the consistence.
But then, from above, she felt the steady gaze of something quite unfamiliar and when she looked up to meet its eyes, she found there a single shining star, alone in the black above the nebula. The girl smiled at her lone creation, welcoming it to cosmos with a look, as she would do with the many more to come. The ones she would use to fill the void, and within that procure life and perhaps, companionship.