Before thought, before inspiration, there is nothing.
Nothing is emptiness.
Emptiness is void, waiting to be filled.
The possibilities are endless.
As you look at the void, imagine what could be.
Anything could come of it.
Restricted by only you, it exists for creation.
It is what you make it.
The worlds that could come, the characters you could meet.
The stories you could tell.
There are countless paths to be chosen and followed.
It will make your imagination swell.
As it grows the sights, the sounds will fill that void.
It will open, your playground to be.
No matter what you wish, you can do anything there.
The limit is you, don’t you see?
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