At first there was nothing.

Then came the destruction.

A part of nowhere and at the same time something completely different.

Just existing allowed them to stop being.

Then came the silence and then the first word.

Who said it?

Who heard it?

Maybe nobody.

No one ever asked him if he wanted to be one, but he never regretted that decision he never made, not saying that if it had been too boring.

Having nothing to break is boring.

A primordial force.

A divine providence.

Ether was called.

Six in one.

One divided into six parts.

The smallest part of existence, and at the same time one apart from nothing.