Phase Q/Into the Light
Finally.
After eons and eons.
After time and space.
After the end.
A new beginning.
Somehow, the metaverse seems to recreate itself. To rematerialize, material itself.
Watching from the outside, you see reality with a different view.
The winding, snaking elements, like a sphere unfolding out of itself, or a chicken giving birth to an egg that’s giving birth to the chicken, emerge.
Arising fully formed, the metaverse seems simultaneously like it has always been there and like it never was.
Were you just not looking in the right direction before?
No, there were no directions before. You now see that as the metaverse spins up, it continues to break up and form itself again.
Turning on your metrisensor, you observe an overlay of gridlines marking temporal and spatial dimensions, all throughout the birthing metaverse.
Finally, you observe the sudden explosion of particles, of chemicals, of life, of you.
You feel yourself being, becoming, regaining awareness. Your subjective and metajective selves merge. Simultaneously, you watch yourself from the void of nothingness outside of the metaverse, and you watch the contents of the metaverse from within. From you. New you.
Now that you have a reformulated mind, you have a continuingly combining perspective incorporating both your metaversal perceptions and your sensory awareness.
Wow.
You fly out through spacetime, winging the direction according to your whims.
Fire and light blast out from all around you. Like a supernova, a shooting star, an exploding nebula, like a fusion bomb in the sky, you explode through the vol.
You create a wake of energy so big and so bright that it instantly fills up with little creatures living in your tailwinds.
The whole ensemble moves in twisting, turning somersaults. Other shooting stars of life join you.
In a spontaneous dance from the origins of spacetime, you blow out all the way to the far corners of the vacuum.
You fill the vacuum, with light, with life. You seed new planets. With ideas. You drop patterns from the sky, raining a new, never-before-seen set of codes into the fabric of the world.
And the metaverse laughs. In uproarious, planet-shattering, galaxy-shaking waves, laughter comes pouring out throughout the metaverse.
Every possible type of being that you ever knew, in previous awarenesses, and every conceivable type of being that you now conjure up, call to mind, imagine, all become present.
The metaverse fills up with a teeming, tenuous balance, tugging and shoving at each other. Fights break out over resources, partnerships form, and the whole messy soup keeps on stirring. Itself.
A band of light stretches from point zero in the metaverse, throughout the middle, and winds its way outward into a multiheaded bouquet of rays pointing brightly towards the unknown.
You cohere with the thin band of light, and race along its path.
Alongside you, a tiny fraction of what you have spread throughout the metaverse, yet a massive heap compared to your own mentalstrate, races together with you. The parade flourishes.
Phase Q: An interactive adventure.
