middle of nowhere

When they came too, it was all white. All blank. She knew everything that had happened thus far, and she had a feeling she knew everything that would happen. This room, this place they were in, felt like a room. It was white. The light was strong. Here, she felt this this room was blanketing her thoughts, but somehow, it was also giving her power. It was taking away what made her her, and yet it was strengthening her for herself. And for her role. What was her role? This place had no smell, she felt nothing. Her fingers, she could not fee them. She could see them, she could see the white. She saw the two forms next to her. And their stories. What their stories would be. But nothing else. No smells, so sounds. Nothing.

Time was nothing. Time was not as they saw it. He woke up, maybe he had always been awake. Maybe he would wake up. But he woke up. This was the beginning of time. He could see from here on, it was all parallel, it was not one line, not progressing forward. It was happening all at once. Time all appeared before him. There were a few blips in his vision. Like how they would get out of this box. One in the seventh century. Things he wasn’t meant to see. Or meant to see how they happened. Time ended for him in the 21st century. Time ended for all. That was the end. But he saw it for the next millennia and millennia back. If there were such a thing. He looked over at his brother in law.

He was nervously folding his fingers around, looking for things to break apart and then fix. Then it was in front of him. A flash like lightning. He saw what he could take apart and fix. The elements that made up the ones that made the universe. Atoms. It was so simple. He saw inside them, he saw what made them tick, he saw all the combinations that could be.

The lights went out. All three were in darkness. One by one, they passed out in silence.

When they came to, they had forgotten what they been to one another, they had forgotten what little they had remembered about their lives.

When they came to, they were born. Plopped into existence, for the first time. They were each in separate rooms in the universe, aware of one another’s existence, aware that all three were siblings. But that was it.

When they came to, they existed.

There was the Authoress, she who wrote the tales that bind this universe.

There was the Watchkeeper, he who watched over the non linearity of time.

There was the Atomist, he who split apart, and created anew the atoms in the universe. When he had been experimenting, finding out what he could do in the white room, that was when the Big Bang as we know it had happened. Because of him.

When they came to, they each began to work on their separate tasks.