So tell me, what do you see here?

*grumbles*

I already fixed it, Fiffy.

What is it like to have ultimate power? What is it like to have the key to the universe? "It's like this" I say.

"Imagine stepping up to the podium with an entire orchestra in front of you. you lift your conductors baton and wherever you wave it a little trail of light follows it. You start with the woodwind. As the flutes start to play vibrant lightning shoots across the sky, and as you add in the percussion asteroids of all shapes and sizes shoot across the sky and collide in brilliant explosions. The strings slow time, when the strings are playing everything slows down so everyone can appreciate the greatness of the masterpiece being created. And when the brass starts it is like trickling a slow rain over the entire situation. All the while your baton trails a thin white line. And when you stop your conducting the entire scene freezes. More so than just the illusion of the strings, your creation stops and does not move unless you tell it to. And than you take your bow and wait for the next performance. All the while never being thanked."

Twisting, spinning and flailing through the nothingness that made up the whole entire universe, the Thought began to Think.
It was a slow process at first, having to get over the questions, "what am I?" "Who am I?" "Where am I?"
After brushing off such useless curiosities, the Thought began to take Form. It settled on creating its shell out of Light, bright Light that would push back the void of black and bring forth... something.
As it continued to twist and turn, this way and that, the Form opened its mouth and began to sing. From the void it sung out things, things that it would be able to twist and shape in to new things.
The Form took a deep breath and breathed, "you shall live."