Sprout........

Nothingness...
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There is nothing.
Oh? There is me, though.
What am I? A consciousness?
I can feel something...
I try to move, and I feel as though I am spreading out.
I have arms? That many!? No, I am roots, the origin of all things?

That can't be right, as these roots originate from my core.
What is my core? I try to concentrate on it, and I as I do that, I feel it starting to crack somewhere.
Is it to my left? Behind me? Above me?

I feel as though I am exiting an eggshell. Do I have wings? Am I a bird?
I try to spread my wings and instead find myself standing up through the crack in my shell.
Maybe I can do it now.

How can I be a bird if I am grounded by roots?
Oh! These are not wings, they are leaves emanating a stong lifeforce.
I am a holy tree then!
That has to be it!

A few years later.

Why isn't anything happening. It's just me and the void.
I may be eternal, but there has to be more to life than this.
Why do I even think? Where did I come from?

"I planted you!"

Wha!? Who's there?

"You need not know my name, but you must know your purpose."

Purpose? I thought I only existed to be bored by now.

"Your purpose is to become the foundation of a planet, and to bring life to it."

Wow, I'm that incredible huh?

"I hereby bestow you the title of holy tomato. Do your job well, as another world is being created under the mindful gaze of the holy potato. May luck be with you, and live a long life. Farewell."

He's gone just like that huh. I'll show him what it is to create a world.
Time to cast off some old leaves and turn them into dirt to become the foundation of other life.

To be continued...