Creation Of All Things

"Where… am I?"

Adam's voice echoed as he looked around, his eyes narrowing at the strange, shifting space around him. Colors he couldn't name twisted and swirled, energy moving like living currents, flowing in ways that didn't make sense.

Then—

"You are in the Font of Creation. Weird name, right?"

The voice was light, almost playful. Adam turned to see a small figure standing before him. A child? No—something shaped like a child. Their body was pure, swirling energy, constantly shifting between forms and hues. It was impossible to tell if they were a boy or a girl, but the size suggested they were around six or seven years old.

Adam frowned. "And you are?"

The being spread its arms wide, as if expecting applause. "I am the physical manifestation of the Font of Creation."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, okay. That tracks."

The being tilted its head. "That was sarcasm."

"Maybe." Adam exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Alright, let's cut to the chase. I'm here because I tried to harness Universal Energy, right?"

The being nodded, the colors within its form pulsing. "Bingo. And now, we've got a little problem."

Adam tensed. "Define 'little.'"

The swirling figure suddenly grinned.

"Your soul is breaking apart."

Adam blinked. "…Oh."

Adam let out a slow breath, his mind catching up to what the little energy blob had just said.

"Breaking apart." He repeated, just to make sure he heard that right.

The Font of Creation gave him a big, exaggerated nod. "Yep! Like a vase dropped from really high up. Except in this case, the pieces don't just stay on the floor. They kinda... drift into nothingness."

Adam ran a hand through his hair. "Alright, cool, nice. So, what? I die?"

"Mmm, more like you stop being altogether." The being swirled around him, floating lazily. "It's not exactly death. More like you unravel, get erased, like you were never here."

Adam clicked his tongue. "Right. Okay. Not a fan of that."

"Didn't think you would be!" The being laughed.

Adam folded his arms. "So, how do I stop it?"

The being stopped spinning, its colors flickering. "You? You don't. You're too unstable. The Universal Energy you tried to harness? It's raw, untamed—it doesn't like being controlled. And you? You just grabbed it with your bare hands like an idiot."

Adam sighed. "Thanks for that. Really appreciate it."

The Font smirked. "No problem. But hey, there is one way you might survive."

Adam's eyes narrowed. "Might?"

"You just have to control the Font of Creation," the being said, circling Adam with a mischievous grin. Its glowing form shifted in the air, like ripples on the surface of a pond. "The Universal Energy—it's the very foundation of everything. It's the force behind creation itself. Primordial. Ancient. Untamed. And yet, you, Adam, you're different. You have the unique trait of creation within you."

Adam's brow furrowed. "What does that even mean?" He was starting to get a hint of what the being was hinting at, but the pieces weren't falling together yet.

The being continued, its voice soft but full of energy. "Imagine what would happen if you harnessed an energy like that. The Universal Energy, when combined with your ability... it would be spectacular. Boundless. Untouchable."

Adam stood there for a moment, processing the weight of those words. He'd always known he was different, but this? This was on another level.

"Where are you going with this?" Adam asked, growing impatient but still intrigued.

The being paused, floating before him, its shape shifting like liquid light. "Okay, fine. I'll spell it out for you. You just need help to harness the Universal Energy. And guess what? I'm the perfect one to help you with that. Your unique ability of creation, combined with the Universal Energy—it makes you the prime candidate. You're the one who can wield and control the Font of Creation."

Adam's eyes widened slightly. The Font of Creation? Wasn't that what this place was called?

"Wait," Adam asked, glancing around at the swirling colors, the endless currents of energy that surrounded them. "How can I even trust you? You're a being made of energy. What do you get out of helping me?"

The being chuckled, a soft sound that echoed like a thousand whispers. "Oh, I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing it for you. All I need is for you to accept your potential. Once you do, we'll reshape the very fabric of reality together. No one will stand in your way. You'll be unstoppable."

Adam looked at the being, his thoughts racing. This could be the key to unlocking his true power, but was he ready to take that step? He could feel the energy swirling around him, chaotic and raw, waiting for him to make his move.

"So, what's next?" Adam asked, his voice steady but with an edge of curiosity.

The being extended a glowing hand toward him. "You have the power. Now, all you need is the guidance to control it. Let me show you how to unlock the Font of Creation within you."

Adam stared at the hand, then at the swirling energy all around him. This was it. The choice that would define everything. Was he ready to control the very forces of the universe?

He reached out, grasping the being's hand.

As soon as their palms met, the world around them exploded in a blaze of light. Time and space twisted, contorted, and Adam felt the rush of infinite power surge through him—power unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

He could feel it—the Universal Energy coursing through his body, connecting him to everything, yet nothing at all. It was raw, dangerous, but beautiful. Every atom in the universe was alive in his veins. He was becoming one with creation itself.

And then—he felt something crack.

A sudden jolt of agony ripped through him as if the very energy inside him was fighting back, threatening to tear him apart. The Font of Creation was too much to control, too powerful, too wild. It was like trying to hold a raging storm in the palm of his hand.

"Focus!" the being's voice echoed in his mind, sharp and urgent. "Focus on your creation. It's within you. Harness it!"

Adam gasped, his body shaking as he fought to keep the power from swallowing him whole. He had to feel it, control it, bend it to his will. His eyes burned with light, but through the pain, something inside him snapped into place.

He wasn't just using the energy.

He was becoming it.

With a primal scream, Adam released the full force of the Universal Energy. It erupted outward in a wave of light and power, transforming the very space around them into a chaotic masterpiece. The Font of Creation was his.

For a moment, he felt like he was everywhere and nowhere. A part of the universe and the void all at once. But then, the power settled within him, and he was himself again—different, stronger, more aware of the world than ever before.

The being, now appearing more solid, nodded with satisfaction. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Adam took a deep breath, steadying himself. "So, what now?"

The being smiled, its form glowing brightly. "Now, you've unlocked the Font of Creation. Now, you control it. And that changes everything."