I Am - Chapter 3

His hands seemed to move on their own, now. He was so excited with his newly discovered power that he could not stop creating. He made planets, moons, asteroids. His hands swiftly and flawlessly formed novae, solar systems, and spiral galaxies . He was creating almost without thought, but he realized that all he saw seemed to be wrought with the talent of a master. His creations were not just beautiful, they were majestic. He continued to make his worlds (for they were worlds, he realized; each so complex, and containing so many things that they seemed each to encompass complete realities in their own microcosms) until he was surrounded by them. He felt as close to his worlds as he had to the darkness, but this feeling was exactly the opposite. He knew these things, and he liked them.

My creations should be unique, he mused. They should all be different, so that no beauty will be diminished by an equal. This idea pleased him greatly, and he promised himself to create only unique things from then on.

He had been so busy creating his quintessentially artistic globes that he did not even notice the next ache, when two orbs began to glow brightly near the center of his self. He finally noticed that he had eyes when he withdrew a little to survey the beauties of his environment.

In the sort of sudden (yet somehow unhurried) manner in which things had seemed to be happening to him so far, he instantly found another feeling, burning coldly from he core of his self. These worlds were wonderous, but they were not alive. He knew, all of a sudden, that he was lonely.