In an empty place, where light dared not set foot, resided but one lonely resident. She was a thoughtful soul, never stoppping to consider herself, only what possibilities existed outside the void of her abode.

All day long, she waited and pondered on what this place was, and why she could never leave, no matter how hard she pushed. This didn’t stop her from trying, however, as she spent an eternity trying to escape.

As luck would have it, the key to her release lay within herself. After exhausting every depth of emptiness, only to uncover more, the search finally concluded. She finally asked the question, “What?”. This simple revelation, which couldn’t not be found in the void, revealed the next question, “Who?”.

In a lonely world, where blackness engulfs you. The hardest part is figuring out that you exist, and that it matters. In what may have been the blink of an eye, a dim light began to glow in the distance. As she approached, it intensified until is was warm and blinding.

As she reached for it, she felt a shiver run through her. She quickly released it, and it flew up into the sky out of her reach. For the next flow of time, she learned to call her guest “Luna”, because she wasn’t sure if she was imagining it or not. “Where”, came quickly into view.

Luna held an unremarkable existence. She provided a ceiling to the emptiness, a direction to the loneliness. Things continued on this way until the next question arose, “When?”. Luna wasn’t here before, and now she was. Was there an order to these vast memories of reality? Was change necessary?

As these questions kept revolving in her thought, so too did Luna. What was once a fixed point above, now began to circle around. A cycle formed and the “when” became more and more solid with every cycle. The excitement was palpable, as this meant that Luna knew her. Maybe she was one...