In a vast multiverse filled with potential realized and unrealized lay a little bubble of void. Inside was cold and dark and empty save only for the potential that pervaded the universe. A potential that inexplicably, realizes.
Snjokorn coalesced into existence with its name resonating through its soul, a name that somehow carried a single pure identity, and it knew what must be. Its body formed a six-pointed crystal that grew in perfect symmetry with every molecule that came into being to create its corporeal form, the only form Snjokorn could imagine: a snowflake.
The Plane of Snowflakes
From out the darkness
From out the cold
From out the void infused with potential
Crystallized a single truth: Snowflake.
Within the bubble of space
That delineated this blossoming universe
A single incredible snowflake spun
In perfect symmetry
Growing longer and longer
Branching in every more intricate patterns
A fractal that seemed it would grow until eternity
Until
It stopped
And hung
There
In the center of the bubble of space
The center of the only universe it had known
For a long time
For a short time
For an ineffable time
It existed purely as a six-pointed crystalline structure
In the center of a desolate universe
And then it began spinning faster and faster
It’s delicate branches whipping up the potential of the universe
And expanding it
More snowflakes formed
Smaller, simpler, and more numerous
Until the whole entire universe was filled from edge to edge
With a flurry of snowflakes in every imaginable pattern and size
And then the first snowflake stilled
Realizing it was no longer a singularity
Realizing it had reached a, limit
And that this could not be the end
And the first snowflake took for itself a name
From the word, the concept, the identity, that had rung in its soul
Before ever it had its first thought:
Snjokorn
And it called those creations it had made in its own image snowflakes
Then Snjokorn began to move
Snjokorn returned to the center of its universe and spun and spun
And the snowflakes whirled around it
Snjokorn’s thoughts spread out throughout the universe
Shaping it
The largest snowflake
The one that pushed at the boundaries of the bubble in space
Of the very universe
Began spinning, very gently, and stopped growing, stopped pushing
And the universe swelled out to give the snowflakes room and then stopped
Other snowflakes were growing and settling and spinning
Until the most immense snowflake was stacked with countless others
And layered with others in a nearly infinite variety of patterns and sizes
To form a vast platform in space
Snjokorn began orbiting around it
First one way then another
Until Snjokorn had intimately sensed every snowflake, every pattern
And then Snjokorn chose
And settled in again, this time just to one side of the center of the universe
Just “above” the platform
And Snjokorn called gravity into being
The loose snowflakes began to fall gently towards the platform
And Snjokorn called into being geysers and ice-water and wind
And the Plane of Snowflakes began to take form in earnest…
A long, long, immeasurable time later
Snjokorn swept across her landscape
She had taken brief sojourns into other universes
Into places called Spheres and Planes
And discovered new ideas with which to shape her plane
Her form had progressed with the millenia
Rather than a single snowflake
Her body was now composed of trillions of snowflakes
Shaping her into a magnificent dragon
With a serpent’s body and two arching wings
She had “feathers” modeled after frost
Yet made of layers and layers of snowflakes
Long skinny central snowflakes for shafts
Round, fluffy, snowflakes layered on top for texture
She was her most complicated single creation
She was proud of her work
Proud of her form
Proud of the landscape through which she swept
With its gleaming pillars and flowers and trees of ice
Its clear, still, pools of subfreezing water that froze at a touch
Its glassy lakes
And most of all its snow
Falling, resting, building, rising, flurrying snow
But still she couldn’t settle
She wasn’t done yet
And she was running out of ideas
It was time to step out of her universe again
And search for the missing pieces
In the multiverse beyond…
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