A single mote of white light, in the infinite void.

  Soon it is joined by others, the beams intermingling and becoming coherent planes of white. Red, Purple, Green, and Yellow motes join the shape which is forming, followed by Blue, Grey, and a thousand other colours that have no names and which would be irresponsible to approximate in text. A sphere forms, swirling with light and potential.

  Let's see how this one fares...

  With a flick, I cause the sphere to distort, crashing through the bounds between the cold void and the warmth of reality, the blazes of creation streaming behind as it rushed towards the world of my focus. Even I did not know when this project would bear fruit, a week? A month? A year? A cycle? I could only hope it would be worth the wait.

  ...Huh? Who's saying that? Thinking that?

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  Excuse me, I'm not entirely sure what's going on here, I could use a little light?

  ...Y'know, I'm beginning to think I'd rather be blind.