I would weep but I no longer have eyes. Though I can still feel the stars though it’s forever shifting, forever spinning. The river of vast black once made me slack jawed and amazed is no longer beautiful to me, in fact it’s now a prison I cannot escape from.

  I’ve lost my hold on time. For I cannot tell how many years or even if a year has passed. Maybe it’s been a century or millennium. Maybe earth has been consumed by the sun turning into a supernova. I won’t know, because so much of time is based around the sun and I am no longer attached to a single sun. This is all exacerbated by the fact that I no longer age. time feels unreal. Should I even try to keep track of time anymore? It's not like it matters.

  Where am I? I’ve gone into the infinity of space at speeds far beyond light. I didn’t think to go anywhere in particular or keep track of where I was; I was just lost in the bliss of how I could. But now where’s earth? Where's my planet? I don’t know anymore. I've lost it in my speed and cannot find it anymore. No matter how far I look I can’t find anything on these infinite planets they are all sterile devoid of life.

  Is this loneliness? As a human I always kept to myself but I had my family and we loved each other though when I gained the ability I left them without thinking of what I had lost. I went off planet and now I have nothing. I feel empty of emotions but still horrible somehow.

  I move towards a planet and put my “hand” out. It fits right in the “palm” of my “hand” perfectly. They called it a gas giant I believe, astronomers do. I pull it out of orbit easily and admire it before crushing it in my hand.

  The gas bursts out as if I popped a balloon and I feel the harder core of the planet before throwing that into its sun. I watch as the planet's orbits change slightly over as they pass the sun this must be over the course of days. Has my time been sped up?

  What am I? I can easily destroy a planet but I am yet to meet another being like myself. I read comics and learn about legends that feature beings like me. Am I some kind of celestial? Am I a god? Can I create?

  I think about creating a planet to replace the old one. I hold out my arm like appendage and purple light escapes it. That light becomes the planet. I touch it unlike the previous planet. It's solid. Maybe I can do more with this?

  Dragging my “finger” around the planet something escapes it, a purple light that spreads around and becomes a rocky existence that begins to travel around the area like a colony of ants. They're so small but to a human they would be giant

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  This is it! if I cannot find life I’ll create some. I experiment for a few rotations of this planet seeing if I could make a being that could speak. The planet rotates and I make more and more little beings.

  But sadly I cannot speak with them. Because they are all extensions of me.I hear their thoughts and see through their eyes. They are not separate beings. So I cannot talk to them, even with them I am alone.

  How did this happen? How did I become like this? I remember a dark night of a new moon. I remember a black and purple orb that called to me and a voice that rang in my ears. I felt dragged as if by a chain towards it. It asked me if I wanted power, if I wanted to be more than my “kindred.”

  I thought how this could make me into something, how I might be powerful for once in my life I never had a single suspicious thought about the strange orb. So I of course said yes and watched as the orb sucked me in and turned me into this.

  It was not painful, it was tranquil. I felt at peace and as if I was more than; more than my body had changed. I looked down to see people looking up at me in horror. I thought it was cute. They were so small and terrified.

  I looked up and moved at speeds I never have ever felt before so of course I moved more into the nothingness of space forgetting to know where I am moving. Moving faster, than faster, and faster.

  Who am I? My name is Evren… What is my last name? No matter how hard I go through my head I cannot remember my last name. I cannot remember the faces of my family. I never had any friends.

  Who am I? I’m a solitary soul who always kept to himself. I’ve always loved to play with ants and other bugs. I love pizza. It's basically the only thing I ate through college. I like reading isekai books and other types of fantasy.

  I failed college. I couldn't write to save my life. I never was able to find my voice and never improved my writing. There was one assignment where the teacher told me to write a character unlike myself. I don't remember what I did but the teacher looked at my assignment and asked if I even read it.

  Who am I? What am I? Why did this happen? Was I always meant to become this? Did the orb choose me or was it some twist of fate that made me become this? Do I belong here? Is this my new plain of existence as a celestial being?

  No, that cannot be right! With a flick of my tail I move through the universe .I'm so lonely! Why did I touch that orb? Why did that happen? Why did I?

  But then finally I see it in a solar system not so far away. I see it light on the dark side of a planet so faint I can barely see it but it’s there. Is it fire? Maybe I just must see it, maybe I have found it, intelligent life.

  I travel the fastest I have ever traveled across the universe towards that planet. In the perfect place where it’s not too hot, not too cold, surrounded by planets and two moons to stop meteorites, it’s the perfect place for life, maybe just maybe.

  I approach it and I see them, a bunch of ants.