by NightShade
My inky silhouette stretches across the chaotic void; an almost discernable form. Senses reeling at the amorphous cloud of my existence— I panic! I need LIGHT! — Or darkness, I care not which, I tell myself.

And Oh! Glorious sound sculptures unfold as I receive each in abundance. A multitude of dualities rush simultaneously across a newly created 5-dimensional scape of space, time and ultimately, my consciousness.

I’m staggered. Overwhelmed, but pleased with these unexpected events defining reality. Defining myself. I AM truly a pleased progenitor. So, like any Chthonic deity, I sleep and dream the myths of my conceptual children.

Suddenly, I awaken like Sleeping Shiva to end creation!

I void my wastes in a black hole (You can see why there are no naked singularities eh?) I hunger… So I shift through the cosmos in search of a meal to sustain my Godlike form. I decide on a relatively average galaxy to pick and choose the fruits of ambrosia from. I bat away a tiny sun like an annoying plaything and pluck the tender, juicy morsel, with the most nutrients from it’s 3rd place orbit.

While rubbing this tasty snack over my chest to cleanse it, I imagine it’s core melting in my mouth. I take a bite… HEAVENLY!

With my hunger sated, I allow my thoughts to wander toward vaguely disturbing questions like: Who is Sleeping Shiva anyway? Why did I hunger? and: how did I, The CREATOR of this universe, come into being in the first place?

Seemingly from nowhere, I’m grabbed by the scruff of my Divine neck and catapulted beyond the borders of the universe!

Hold on!! Wait a minute!!! Boundaries?!?

I realize that all of my questions have been answered as the last things I witness are:

Lips…
Teeth…
Tongue…
Blackness…