Nothing.
Then, Everything.
Space exploded into existence with a riot of color, each hue an independent essence, a reality unto itself. These colors swirled and roared, colliding violently yet never blending, a cacophony of endless possibility. They moved in pure isolation from each other, uncountable and infinite, each a universe struggling to emerge. Uncountable trillions in a chaotic sea of pure, unbounded potential that gradually solidified into discrete realities.
As the tumult began to cool, the colors stilled, drawn inward. At the boundaries where they met, translucent shells formed - pressing up against each other, yet intact. Each shell became a unique confinement of a different reality: an inner core of hardened certainty diffusing outward to the edges of impossibility.
Together, they tessellated, creating a vast mosaic of distinct potential spaces, each with its own rules, possibilities, and limits. Uncountable realities in a kind of harmonic tension, bordering and pushing against others yet never merging, each a singularity of worlds, trillions of separate colours coalescing around points of certainty, certainties each separated by a distance of ever-decreasing probability.
As another infinite age passed, these points of certainty surrounded by a haze of improbability calmed, and cooled, pressed up against one another, shells of impossibility forming at borders of impossibility, keeping these certainties separated, whole, untouched, and real.
Infinity coalesced into shells of impossibility, gaps of improbability around cores of certainty.
