Nihilitas. The Nothingness. An infinite ether. Hollow, barren, desolate. Standing among it, colossal in stature, He who is . Striding over the vacant places, He called out to it - the thing to come . The crouched blank spaces of the universe held bated breath, as His feet landed inches away from their frame. He came to an unhurried, deliberate stop. The transience. It Swelled. Stretched. Concaved. Collapsed. The metamorphic performance was jagged, unpredictable, and bizarre.