Once their was nothing; then there was everything, but, before that, there were the storytellers.

A shapeless voice echos from the ethereal void, “For the story, I would want there to be order. A structure beyond design, I want everything to be tightly controlled. Everything should be my plan and my image.” Swirls of the misty beyond begin to swirl. Items begin to take shape like flames in a fire.

A nameless resonance disputes the other entity, “No, I disagree.” The nameless resonance dulls the creation started by the shapeless voice. “For the story, I desire for there to be chaos. A weirdness beyond time, I want there to be no predictions. Everything should have interest, and it should have wild twists and turns,” the resonance begins, giggling on its own idea. It ripples sparks into the void.

The voice halts the creation. It shares, “This story needs order to be fulfilling. Chaos will only bring frustration to the people who will exist.”

The resonance wailed, “Order will only bore the people that will exist. Chaos and randomness will bring excitement to the story.”

The two entities argue for some time before the voice settles and speaks, “We will create no story if we continue to bicker and fight.”

“But how will we decide who’s image to create the universe in?” pulling on the fabric of reality, the resonance puzzled becoming dissatisfied.

The voice thinks both forever and instantly, “Maybe the story could represent both our values!” It begins to conjure reality.

“That sounds spectacular!” The resonance laughed, giggling more and more. It begins to help the voice condense the cosmos.

The voice approves, “I will create time and atoms to structure the universe. You shall set them in place, randomizing their outcome.” It begins to ponder more, “There will be intricate rules that bring almost unfathomable outcomes, a true balance of our ideologies.”

The resonance adds, “great!”

The reality begins to form.

“Lets see how this story unfolds,” the resonance saids with a smile, condescending the mass of every imaginable object.

“I’m glad we got to create it together,” the voice denotes, sprinkling in cosmic laws.

A bang, louder than any sound subsequent to it, thunders out in the ethereal void. A brightness pierces the veil of nothing.

The universe is created.