Dualitas

As all the colours from all the realities slowly calmed in infinite time from their explosive coming into reality, all the black from all the colours drew together, faster and faster, like to like, a vivid vibrant richness of its own unitary blackness, comfortable and alive, but separate in its unity from the display of everything, an elongated striving living accelerating surge of life.

The new shape emerged, different from the swirling tumult, yet drawn from it. Amidst the trillions of clashing colours, this single infinite swirling pillar took shape—unstable, chaotic, and wild, soft and wavering. It was not a blend of colours nor a mere boundary; rather, it was a singular entity, a pure, luminous black against the apeiron kaleidoscope.

The two drifted for an infinite age, the first growing infinitely, drawing all the white from the apeiron vastness in unending sharp-edged octagonal growth. The second twisted and squirmed, drawing all the black from the apeiron vastness, an infinite pillar of unending acceleration and growth.

Infinitely apart they grew through forever as uncountable realities settled around them, hard shells of impossibility surrounding barriers of decreasing improbability to cores of uncertainty, each reality a different shifting hue in the expanse.

And they were lonely.

The first grew without end, an infinite, infinitely growing white octagon of all the white from forever—but forever apart from all the colour of all realities.

The second grew without end, an infinite, infinitely growing black spire of all the black from forever—but forever apart from all the colour of all realities.

And they were alone.

The first saw only the expanse of all the possibilities of realities that could be, but was infinitely apart from all of them, and nothing else like itself. The second saw only the expanse of all the possibilities of realities that could be, but was infinitely apart from all of them, and nothing else like itself.

And so apart and infinitely vast were they, so different and unlike to all realities that they could not experience them, neither by entry nor observation.

As infinite as they were, they were infinitely alone.

Until, that is, after more infinities of time passed by, they became aware of each other, each so different in form and scale, each such different in infinity—and yet!

At last!

Something different from the unending apeiron expanse of every reality!

In their excitement after infinities of loneliness to become aware at last of an other...

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