The void was no longer perfectly still.
The God did not notice it at first. Awareness arrived slowly, like a shadow learning it could stretch. Something had changed, but change itself was unfamiliar. There had never been a reason for difference before.
Then came the pressure.
Not pain,pain required contrast,but a subtle resistance, as if the nothingness had grown thicker around him. The darkness no longer simply existed. It pressed back.
The God turned.
There was no reason for the motion. No instinct. Yet his form rotated within the void, and for the first time, direction meant something. Ahead of him, the black was… uneven. Not lighter. Not brighter. Simply less empty.
A disturbance.
He reached toward it.
The moment his presence brushed against the irregularity, the void fractured, not visually, but conceptually. Something impossible occurred: cause. The disturbance reacted.
A pulse rippled outward, silent and immeasurable, racing toward a universe still too young to understand fear. The God recoiled, not from danger, but from surprise. Surprise became the first emotion to exist.
With it came realization.
He was not alone.
Not yet with others, but with consequence.
The God withdrew his hand. The void resisted, clinging faintly, as though reluctant to return to how it was. That resistance lingered, and in it the God felt something new taking shape within himself. Curiosity. Far away, the universe rearranged itself. Forces bent. Constants trembled. Somewhere in the forming cosmos, light hesitated before deciding how fast it should travel. The God did not see this. He only knew that the nothingness could be touched. And that meant it could be changed.
For the first time since his unknowable beginning, the God did not drift.
He waited.