The Void

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But the man could speak, and he could scream, and yell, and shout into the nothingness before him. Which was progress. A few moments ago he didn't have a mouth, let alone a body. When he awoke the only thing that existed was an endless black void filled with nothing but his own thoughts racing in confusion. So no, this void was not the vacuum of space, it was something else.

The man knew he was in an accident, but he couldn't remember how it ended. "Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?" He thought to himself, "An endless black void?"

Shortly after he came to, the lack of a body started to frightened him so much that he unwittingly manifested one into existence, the one that he lived with all his life. The sight and feeling of something familiar comforted the man. But now the only thing that seemed to exist was himself. Only his body and his thoughts. And that was it. There was nothing for an endless amount of forever. An infinite void. As he floated he began to yell and scream, and after tiring of that, he eventually began to talk to himself, simply vocalizing his thoughts. And after tiring of that, he began to sing. He sang the songs he loved when he was alive. Singing comforted him, almost taking him to another place, away from the black void he was lost in. So he sang and sang. And the more he sang he began to notice something peculiar. It was like he could actually hear the instruments, and he could almost feel the presence of the backup vocalist and choirs. And when he started to focus, a guitar slowly manifested in the void floating in front of him. It was miraculous. He grabbed the guitar and started to play. And for some reason he could play like never before, his abillity was masterclass. The man was amazed at his newfound skill as he floated in the void creating wonderful songs. And when he tried, he manifested drums, horns, strings, and even perfect background singers who never sang off key. It wasn't long before the man realized he could physically manifest anything his mind could imagine. He created rollercoasters and boats that could speed through the void. He created his favorite clothes and snapped into existence his favorite foods. Although it seemed like he could no longer sleep, he dreamed up the comfiest and fluffiest beds where he would lay and rest. He even created entire hotels and filled them all the heavenly desires he could hardly dream of having when he was alive. Celebrities, friends, family, and any other person he could wish. This was truely exhillerating for the man. There was nothing he could not have, nothing he couldn't create.

After months, or maybe years, of creating and manifesting a magnificant dreamscape the man became slightly depressed. He started to realize that no matter what he manifested, he was still alone. Still alone in the void, but now it was just filled with jetskis and flashy lights. The dream characters he conjured didn't seem authentic, they were just his perfect idea of what these people were like. He missed his real loved ones, he missed his real home. He even missed the imperfections of his life and loved ones, along with the struggles and trials of each day. He missed the field where he would often lay after a long day and admire the stars in the night sky. But he knew there was no way to create the real thing, only his memory's best replica. Accepting this fact, the man recreated the scene of his home, and of the field to the best of his ability. He layed down in that familiar replica of grass and, reaching toward the dark void above him, swiped his hand and recreated the stars that he used to love. He wasn't sure if he could get the exact position of the stars but it was pretty close. And although it was just his minds replica, it made him feel at home. He swiped his hand again and the moon came up from the horizon and arched through the sky, until it set on the other side. Then the sun rose up on the same horizon and landed directly in the center of the sky. "I swiped too hard" he thought to himself as he squinted in the daylight. Then he swiped again, perfectly this time. The sun completed it's arch, setting in the horizon, and the moon rose up through the night sky and landed right where he wanted it to be, although it seemed a little too large in the sky. So he raised his hand and pinched the moon, until it shrunk in size and became just right. As he sat there looking at his creation he got an idea. He could recreate everything he used to love in life, or at least something close. So he stood up and from the field he flew up toward the stars, moving faster and faster until he came upon a star that looked like his own sun. And upon closer inspection, he found a planet that looked like the Earth. He flew in closer and filled the planet with the continents and landscapse and all the cities he could remember. And he bagan to fill it with familiar creatures and people from his lifetime, even creating the people he knew personally. Although, he found interacting with the people he use to know was difficult, it broke the authenticity and made him remember they're simply imaginary people, he felt it's better to let the dreamlike characters continue on with their day without his interference. So he shed his body and once again became a floating consciouness that zoomed around the now lively void examining his creations. He would watch things play out in natural ways, ways that he did not influence or create. He would watch people and events and eventually his disembodied mind spread and grew, he could watch almost everything on the entire planet at the same time. He was an omnipresent observer. He found peace in this. He found normalcy in the organic growth and happenings of this imaginary world. It was just like his own.

Eventually his dream characters had birthed new generations and life continued on just like it did when he was alive. In time his mind grew to examine everything, even the entire universe if he wished, and sometimes he would, othertimes he would find interesting things happening between individual people and creatures. Simply examining. He no longer had thoughts like before. His mind was too vast and thoughts too little. But then one particular day he saw something peculiar. He noticed a human on earth that he did not create, but who evolved naturally. The person looked a lot like he use to look, and walked like he use to walk, and was in about the same place where he use to live, and was about to have a similar accident that had killed him, launching him into this endless void of creation. So he watched as this man had a fatal accident, and he continued to watch after the mans death. Finally leaving his own void to follow this newly deceased man curiously, as an observer, into a new and empty void.