Zero basked in the vast emptiness that was the void, she stilled herself, preparing for the leap she was about to make, her body churning as her mystery surged within her body, her spirit and body fully melding into the mystery, her name, all of her physical and incorporeal information merged into a singularity of existence, condensing into pure energy.
Then she exploded.
The burst of energy, rich with the imprint of her entire being, radiated outward, tearing a wound into the void itself. The detonation tore into the void itself, not in a crude, destructive way, but like a sculptor's chisel utilizing the energy and its shockwave.
The shockwave did not merely expand, it etched itself delicately in the nothingness of the void into the very structure of the void, carving out a domain of conceptual existence. A vast and incomprehensible space was born, an intricate lattice of coordinates and interwoven dimensions.
