A

A was alone in the endless empty plane. A spent their time doing nothing for an eternity. And after that, they did nothing for another eternity, then yet another more.

Nothing ever happened in the endless empty plane; A could not even imagine what it would be like for something to happen.

At this point, something happened.

Staring into the distance, A saw something, a figure. A was shook. The figure inched ever and ever closer. A wanted more than anything to escape, but they didn’t know how to walk away.

After an exceedingly short amount of time, at least compared to an eternity, the figure was before A, and they could now observe all of its features, familiar pieces that instead of being attatched to them, were attached to something entirely alien. But then it made something else happen. It spoke.

All at once, A now experienced ‘words’, coming together to form an idea. Something that was always inside A, never coming out, came from somewhere else, conveyed to them.

“Hello. I am B,” they said.

And then, in an instant, before any thought or decision could be made, now it was A that was to cause something to happen, something entirely new yet. A discovered the warmth of flesh. They could now observe something red and sticky, all over their hands, and pooling where the figure that once stood now lay.

A was alone in the endless empty plane. A spent their time doing nothing for an eternity. And after that, they did nothing for another eternity, then yet another more.