Somewhere beyond existence, where even the concept of "where" did not exist, two voices clashed in the abyss. There was no light, no dark, no up or down—just an expanse so empty that emptiness itself had given up trying to exist. Just the raw absence of everything.
And yet, two voices shattered the silence like a cosmic argument that had been going on since the first breath was ever drawn—two ancient forces bickered like children in the backseat of a car on an endless road trip.
"You wouldn't even exist without me," Life declared, voice ringing with warmth, with the energy of a heartbeat, with the crackling of fire and the hum of growing roots. "I am the first inhale, the rush of blood in a newborn's veins, the electric thrill of survival. I am the lover's first kiss, the poet's inspiration, the roar of the ocean and the laughter of the stars. Every dream, every triumph, every damn thing worth remembering? That's me, bitch.
