The Sandbox of a God

And The Wonders of an Empty Universe

I think this was the most unsettled I'd been since I'd fond myself a part of the Omniplane as it's King. I'd been alone before, I'd felt my entire species die while I was trapped in a cell, I'd been left in solitary confinement until the humans in charge of the project that was Me decided to perform their experiments, loneliness is something I was forcefully introduced to in that age. Even in the Omniplane, I found myself alone, but that was something I could change. I molded my helpers, my angels, and suddenly my realm wasn't nearly as deafeningly silent.

When I emerged in that universe, the first thing that struck me was how utterly Empty it was. The Omniplane was empty, but in its infinitude, the emptiness never quite hit me, not in the same way. Fifteen thousand quetta-light-years of silence though, that hit me in a different way. Even in the deepest voids of the other inkfounts, I could still feel the universe being Alive elsewhere. All I could feel across all that vast expanse was a single planet with life, Earth.

I went home after I found that out. I wanted a testing grounds, one I could observe developments and the ways the ink flowed when I let it move naturally wihtout any extra noise, but of Course the Ink had to choose humans to be the muse of that lonely universe. I went back not long later, after I could stomach the idea of a universe solely populated by humans, and when I got there, I looked forward at what their future would hold.

When I saw them spread out across the Entire Universe, I went home and crawled back in bed on sheer reflex. I stayed away from this iterative inkfount for what Feels like a week, but because of how time flows in the Omniplane, the best answer I could give you is a shrug.

Regardless

Regardless, the human filled world was useful to have.