Nothingness, boundless nothingness, is like a long ink scroll that can never be filled, completely swallowing up the surrounding world, and darkness becomes the only background. In this chaotic silence, a god moves alone but firmly.
One step carries the exploration of the unknown; the second step contains the rush towards hope... Tick-tock, tick-tock - the sound of falling water droplets is like a silver bell thrown in this vacuum-like nothingness. Each sound makes ripples appear in the silence, so clear that it can pierce the shell of the soul. God, slowly fell down. It seems to sleep forever in this abyss of nothingness, but this "sleep" is just a momentary rest, like the short, breathtaking darkness before night and day.
God, fell into a dream. A glimmer of light, like hope squeezed in from the cracks of fate, suddenly pierced the dark curtain. Immediately afterwards, the bustling noise of the world, like the waves of a rising tide, became increasingly clear - it was the excitement of the crowd, the noise of desire, and the symphony of life. Building after building rises from the ground with a crazy growth attitude, and the reinforced concrete forest takes root wildly in the empty soil. And God, in this influx of "reality", quietly disappears. The illusion has officially begun.
Can you tell the difference? The boundary between nothingness and "reality", the boundary between God's solitude and the hustle and bustle of the world, as well as dreams and reality, eternity and fleetingness, which one is the more authentic existence? When the silence of nothingness is broken, when God's footsteps fall into the fireworks of the world, will the so-called reality be just another fleeting illusion in a greater nothingness?
Concept: God creates the world in fantasy, but cannot distinguish between good and evil cause and effect