Now you might be wondering how I am adapted to this weird situation so quickly.
To that I say I live through the latter part of the 20th century and the first part of the 21st century, survive through 6 global pandemics, 3 industrial explosions, and a dozen global economic crises. Then got stuck in the vold for an immeasurable amount of time.
So becoming 1 of the 3 pillar gods is just another Monday to me.
Anyway, after mutiple big-bang happen before me. From those spheres, an existence pops out without a specific shape
"Welp, my job here is done, back to sleep." Space said in a sleepy tone
"Wait, you'll just go to sleep? There is a mutiverse to see over there." I point to the spheres with my non-existent hand, "I thought we gonna go and do something with that."
"It's his job." A will line come from the hourglass. An existence pops out. But this time in the shape of a humanoid thing with 8 arms and 4 clock faces.
"His role is to fall asleep. His dreamscapes shall become the soulscapes of the mutiverse." 4 laptop apear out of nowhere and time starts typing on them. "He likes watching the scene from his realm."
"Wait, so his dreams is afterlife? Is it heaven or hell?"
"It depends. Normally it's random, a soul will stay in one of his dreams until it got wipe out and turns into pure energy." Time continues to type something into the 4 laptop
"It's basically the backrooms, heh? So, is the soul energy?"
"Well, kind of." Said Space, "It's the mental power of all living things. That's why you have to sleep, you need someee~~ of those soul juices to work normally. Most of it got turned into emotion, some turned into random thoughts. There are kinds of creature can havested these energy and bend reality. And boom, we got magic."
"Cool, why didn't our world from the last cycle get that?" I didn't know magic was real. I mean, now that I'm a concept, magic isn't as impressive.
As i thinking about magic, a line of information went past my train of thought. It provides the information that only a strong-willed creature would be able to extract the soul energy and use it on some supernatural things.
"Wow, how did I know that?"
"You are knowledge. You mind contain every information." Said time as emotionless as ever. "But you always block that ability, said knowing everything is boring."
"Welp sound like me. Let me use it one more time." What is the time typing on the laptops? Another line of information rises from my mind, it's said that she is creating the specifications of each universe.
The information also has ea-"Yup, too boring. Block that. Also, you have been referring to space as him, and the information refers to you as she. Do we have genders? I thought Eldritch beings don't have one."
Time pause for a moment, then continue typing "...We don't. That's just how your mind defines us. You really see me as female? What makes you think that?"
Space suddenly said with a teasing voice, "I told you're giving an office girl vine. Anyway, try to see the truth. It's very interesting."
"Ok." The truth, eh, this makes me remember that Look Outside game. But I'm already an eldritch being, so I'll be fine. "RTX on"
After that meme quote was said, the world began to change. The spheres are not actually spheres, they are some weird shapes being pulled by gravity into a sphere from outside. Time laptops are actually the fabric of reality. And those two, I can see the nature behind them, it can shatter any mind. But I'm not any mind, I'm The Mind, so I start to underst- "Ok, that's enough. RTX off"
"Interesting, isn't it?" Space back to his normal lazy tone, "We are too complicated to comprehend through reality, yet we exist."
"Yeah, pretty much. But you should warn me about you guys nature. Almost spoil the entire history of the universe in one glance." I hate spoilers. They are ruining many first time experience of me with all kinds of art.
"About that, you don't have to worry, 'cause that fate you see did not have you chaos in it." Time said, "That is your job to make sure the world is never the same. You are the mind that has creativity in it. You are the chaos that makes electrons drop in a different place, although nothing has changed in the eyes of mortals."
At the time that speech ended, Space had gone to sleep. I can feel it. His dreamscapes surrounding the multiverse give it "Soul", all the energy from his dreams turns into emotions that no one could feel all at once.
"It's your job to express those emotions into action." From the dream, a voice speaks out.