A trillion particles combust, erupt 

into boundless fragments of time and space, 

roaming, rushing, free, in a whirlwind 

of everything and nothing. Shards of light, 

of darkness, coast the waves of threaded reality. 

Strung together by hapless existence, they are moments 

undone, unleashed, and deluge in sparks like formless rain. 

Then a breath. 

It traverses the chaos, connects the dots, brushes every 

meddlesome moment, now coated in a new lining, 

of meaning, of measure. Sparks dim, roiling fragments 

slowly ravel themselves in. They join to construct, 

block by block, an aspiring universe, young but ambitious, 

spinning worlds, setting suns, atoms and molecules, 

water and fire and dust. 

The breath wavers and dwindles, 

and its time has almost come. 

But it whispers one last thing before it goes: 

Life. It’s your turn.