The Creator of Worlds

I see it, glimmering beneath the surface of the universe in an unformed realm that precedes creation. It is primordial, a complex composition of ageless utterances transcending language, space and time. I hunch over a stack of paper with my pen in hand, ready to surround it with a net of words. They are crude in their expressive power, yet capable enough to capture its essence, to trap its soul so I can slowly reel it in, a whole new world, young and still crackling with wild newborn magic.

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