Up until that point, I had not been alone. There were many of me. I was one of many.
My other selves, once bound together like ice, soon dispersed like water, then finally diffused like vapor.
One atom of that vapor was me.
I could go anywhere. I went many places and saw many things. But I learned nothing. The act of seeing was the only function I was permitted.
I performed that function for a long span. Time was meaningless. In that false universe, no illusion held any meaning.
But eventually I found meaning. Proof of existence.
Matter attracts matter. That was true and correct. It was because it possessed a shape that I was drawn in.
Light, darkness, inconsistency, sense. I met each, intersected with each. I did not have their capabilities, but I might have liked to have them.
If I were permitted to, I would have them.
As I continued to wait, would those wonders fall?
Those tiny wonders.