Arkh, The Void
Suddenly, he became. He used to be, but now he was. No, words couldn't describe it, for he was in a new way than he had been before. But, perhaps because of being, perhaps for being, he started to suffer the process of slowly not being anymore.
"What is this?", he demanded. "Not good", he sentenced.
He who could feel the eternal infinite peace of the void for a moment, had started to be perturbed by waves of different energies, some of the paradoxically essence that fueled his existence, some of the dread thing: "Heat..."
He had no material form, he was a shifting area where no heat at all was present, yet he was being radiated with stinging tiny rays that were nothing but pleasant.
"This is what we are to maintain, I believe."
Seeing the disturbing being commune with reality, altering so it would be alike him, he decided to mimic his actions and create his own haven, where he could escape the cruel rays scorching him. (Create Plane: The Eternal Winter).
Quickly fleeing to it, Arkh expelled into it all the energy absorbed. The new plane was a mimicry of the void he'd woken up in. There were many of those material spheres everywhere, but there were other material pieces of all sizes and forms too, which his subconscious had created. They were all perfectly static in their places, each gas or solid scrap of them. But, with the liberated energy, some asteroids were set into movement, flows of gas currents made wind, frozen water evaporated and fell like snow in the planets.
In short: things were set into movement. And contrary to what he'd expect, he was pleased.
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AP 9 = 12 - 3 (Create Plane: The Eternal Winter)
GP 3
