The world was silent. The only thing that could be seen was the darkness that was not growing any lighter. In this darkness, there was a single being. This being did not have form, and he, it, did not think. It had no wants nor desires. In this endless darkness, this thing was comfortable. It did not have to worry about tomorrow, and today was eternal peace. There was no reason for this being to ever leave this place.
Time moved on, and it looked as though nothing in this situation would ever change. To the being, time was nothing, and so there were no concerns of boredom. It wanted nothing, but if it could want, this being would choose to stay in this place for eternity. There was no reason to leave, but the world was harsher than this. No one got to exist in peace. Just as the tree can never get rest from the wind, things in this endless darkness began changing.
