Misheard Whisper
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Rated G. Too long for a drabble, so a oneshot it is! ^_^ R&R please!
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In the beginning, there was nothing.
There was less than nothing. "Nothing" was abstract, a floating concept. "Nothing" was not even a word yet.
Yet still, there was nothing.
What was before the beginning? Nobody knows. Even so, there must have been something.
Or was there?
Did time exist before the beginning? Did space? Thought?
What about the fourth dimension? That mysterious place between the worlds, the place which all have heard of, but few have seen? Perhaps. Perhaps the fourth dimension is in fact the first dimension? It may have been there long before our world.
In the beginning, there was nothing.
But then, there was. A spark, a tiny light. The smallest pinprick of pure, gleaming light, glinting impossibly. It wasn't much, but it was there.
This was the beginning. The beginning of the universe as we know it. From this spark came all that mankind has today. The spark shivered, flickering slightly.
And exploded.
In mere seconds, the universe billowed outwards like a rapidly inflating balloon. Gases of all colours swirled madly, spinning and eddying like a rough, multicoloured river. Helium flared, neon glowed, and millions of unimaginable chemicals fused and split, creating the gases we know today.
Yet in the middle of the chaos, the spark still burned. Seemingly unfazed by the unfolding pandemonium, it flared hot and strong. And from this spark came the One.
The One saw what had been wrought, but was displeased. The One, whose power is beyond all imagining, commanded his universe to heal itself. All that did not please the One was sucked inside it, conflicting, swirling. The One fought the elements within him, but they consumed him. The One was taken over by the elements, yet was still able to control the power of each.
But the struggle had tired the One, and it shrank back, back into its spark, back to sleep. When it will rise, nobody knows. But to this day, Arceus lies dormant.
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In the beginning, there was nothing.
There was less than nothing. "Nothing" was abstract, a floating concept. "Nothing" was not even a word yet.
Yet still, there was nothing.
What was before the beginning? Nobody knows. Even so, there must have been something.
Or was there?
Did time exist before the beginning? Did space? Thought?
What about the fourth dimension? That mysterious place between the worlds, the place which all have heard of, but few have seen? Perhaps. Perhaps the fourth dimension is in fact the first dimension? It may have been there long before our world.
In the beginning, there was nothing.
But then, there was. A spark, a tiny light. The smallest pinprick of pure, gleaming light, glinting impossibly. It wasn't much, but it was there.
This was the beginning. The beginning of the universe as we know it. From this spark came all that mankind has today. The spark shivered, flickering slightly.
And exploded.
In mere seconds, the universe billowed outwards like a rapidly inflating balloon. Gases of all colours swirled madly, spinning and eddying like a rough, multicoloured river. Helium flared, neon glowed, and millions of unimaginable chemicals fused and split, creating the gases we know today.
Yet in the middle of the chaos, the spark still burned. Seemingly unfazed by the unfolding pandemonium, it flared hot and strong. And from this spark came the One.
The One saw what had been wrought, but was displeased. The One, whose power is beyond all imagining, commanded his universe to heal itself. All that did not please the One was sucked inside it, conflicting, swirling. The One fought the elements within him, but they consumed him. The One was taken over by the elements, yet was still able to control the power of each.
But the struggle had tired the One, and it shrank back, back into its spark, back to sleep. When it will rise, nobody knows. But to this day, Arceus lies dormant.
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