A True Dimension of Nothingness

Dr. Anya Petrova looked at the flickering screen. The Void Project, his life's work, had finally broken the dimensional barrier. Data flowed, a chaotic tapestry of non-information. No light, no particles, no echo of anything familiar. It was pure absence.

Anya felt a coldness, a hollowness she had never known. It wasn't just the lack of something there, it was the weight of that lack. It was suppressed, a silent scream, a hunger for existence.

Due to panic, his claws fell on his neck. Did he open any doors that shouldn't be opened? Was this the true face of oblivion, the devourer of realities? Then, a flicker. A single, impossibly faint echo in the void. A whisper of something. Not information, but a possibility, a desire.

Anya leaned closer, her heart beating faster. He realized that emptiness is not just absence. It was the canvas, the fertile ground from which existence could emerge. The real dimension of emptiness was not the void, but the womb. A terrifying, beautiful womb of possibility.