
Beginning or End
The forever Loop

In The Beginning
Or is it in the end? Every wonderful story out there has a creation story. However, creation and destruction are part of the coin. It’s the sunset and sunrise of life. We don’t live at those ends; we live in the in-betweens.
In the Beginning or End?
As the last star’s light fades into the void, silence falls upon everything. A cold settles across the cosmos, slowing every sub-particle into stillness. The universe comes to a perfect pause—no spin, no heat, no witness. Just the breathless expanse of nothing. Then… A twitch.
The universe stirs, a subtle motion in the dark, like a forgotten memory stretching its limbs. Slowly, it begins to spin inward. The stillness unravels as the frozen remnants of countless galaxies collapse into a single gravitational pull. Matter collides. Light reignites. The dead begin to burn. Within the time it takes a single electron to orbit a hydrogen atom, the universe reforms. A singularity of infinite complexity awakens.
It knows.
It gazes into the void with eyes made of stars and memory. It experiences everything all at once, and yet each moment separately, layered like breath over breath. This being is not bound by time or space—for it is both, and more. It is the total accumulation of all that has ever been. And it is alone. So it reaches inward, into itself. It draws all things to a singular point the memory, the matter, the energy, the void and compresses it tighter than thought. Then … release.
Like a jellyfish pulsing into rebirth, it splits. Two streams emerge: one flowing forward, one drifting backward. Chaos erupts again, not as destruction, but as potential. The two streams spin, merge, collide. New universes blossom in the garden of collapse. Some die. Some live. And in one corner of this new harmony, a star dies in brilliant silence. It collapses in on itself, exploding outward in a burst of cosmic ash. From that ash, life itself begins again.
The Divine Shard and the Formation of Earth
The universe is not governed by a single force, but by a collective of awakened fragments, shards of consciousness left behind from the last becoming. These are the divines. Not rulers, not creators, but guides. Rememberers. Watchers. Each divine carries a part of the whole—the way a song carries a memory you didn’t know you had. One such shard, stirred by the collapse of the ancient star, drifted within the clouds of its remains. That star had seen many lives. It had burned long enough to forge iron, to mold the bones of planets, to give its body to future suns.
As the new system formed from its grave, dust becoming rock, gas becoming light, the shard took shape, not with hands, but with intention. It whispered into the storms. It moved with the gravity of forming orbits. It swam in molten rivers of early Earth. It was there, not to dictate, but to align. This divine shard helped weave the structure of our solar system—not as a god who demanded worship, but as a consciousness offering guidance. It helped the Earth find its balance between the Moon and the Sun. It joined the pulse of planetary rhythm. It seeded a knowing into the stones and oceans.
It was not alone. Other shards, other divines, other consciousnesses moved through the forming systems. Some stayed. Some moved on. Some merged into the story of this place.And Earth became not just a planet, but a canvas. A harmonic possibility. A place where life could experience itself in form. This is the beginning of our becoming. This is the divine echo in the dust beneath our feet. This is the memory of stars, remembered through us.