A Little Universe by Anastasia Bezsmertna

Once upon a time, there was a little Universe,

which was created from one small burst of energy that propagated and intertwined with non-existent dimensions through wave functions to create time and space. It was a memorable moment, for it was the time when God was born. It came as suddenly as it happened: the consciousness of right balance at the beginning, controlled and sealed at the moment.

But as time moved through space, the energy created matter, and unconsciously, God blamed himself for the destruction of balance and the leaking of energy; for he was the first thing that consumed the vast vault of potential that started to exist after the Bang. The imbalance was the start. Stars happily swirled into the cosmos, taking their places in gravitational sockets; galaxies formed and enveloped black holes, and nebulae took as much space as they could to become something new.

It seemed to him that using energy was necessary, for he was the first-ever mortal. If it weren't for him, maybe the perfectly balanced loop would have stayed as it was, but his existence as a being obliterated it through the consumption of it. He was responsible for the future demise of the Universe. As tragic as it was to live with such a fate, he got creative. He made many creatures in different galaxies and grieved for them—for all of their deaths—because, by his fault, he created them to die, as there was nothing else left.

Life truly does not have sense or meaning. It is a pastime that he brings upon a planet, waiting for the Universe to cease. Many troubles followed him, like ideas of good and bad. No matter how many civilizations there were, they all seemed to have the same problem: the problem of morals. He didn't know what to do about it. He is a creature of solitude and thus does not know anything of that manner. Morality comes from the interaction of one species with another; he could never even guess what was right or wrong. So he ignored it, as he knew he had no judgment over it.

But as every particle has an antiparticle, God had an Anti-God. The Anti-God lived in the antimatter part of the Universe—a huge chunk of it. He was completely developed in it; there were anti-stars in his domain, which were shining inward, and black holes shining outward. And the first thing that God thought was not to become his friend, but to end the doom that would follow. One touch would destroy them both; at least now he was not alone to be blamed for annihilating the perfection that was there at the beginning.

But who came first? He, or the Anti-God? One came out of the other? Or together? Those questions made God as weary as existence itself—an existence where everything has to die. The Anti-God knew it too; it would soon come to pass, for he believed now, too, that if they sacrificed themselves, the balance would be restored.

And they touched. An explosion followed that made matter collapse upon itself, attracted by the pull of sheer free energy. It is now nothing. And then. BANG.

Once upon a time, there was a little Universe, which was created from one small burst of energy.