The Observer was not born, he ​was not created, he was a lone thought trapped in the void between realities. There was no sky, no ground, no body, just a deafening, aching silence. For Eons, or perhaps mere moments, time had no meaning here. He existed only to feel an a nothingness so profound it was a kind of physical pain. He simply was. There was no light, no sound, no texture. No concept of up or down, no measure of time. Just an endless, silent, black void. His consciousness, in this state, was a hollow ache, a lingering and eternal loneliness that was all he had ever known. He was in a universe in which nothing existed, a thought without a body to think it. His existence was a constant state of waiting, a silent scream into an abyss that offered no echo. 

Then, a flicker happened. A pinprick of light so impossibly distant, it was like a star in a galaxy a billion light years away. He had no eyes to see it, but he felt it. A warmth, so incredibly inviting, a color, a sound—a universe of sensation condensed into a single, vibrant point. It was a window into the world of life and beauty.Ember lived in that world. Before Ember, there was nothing. A woman with hair the color of a burning fire and a personality to match, she was a storm of a person passionate, fiercely intelligent, and utterly grounded in the here and now. She felt everything deeply, from the joy of a good laugh with friends to the frustration of a project gone wrong. She was a woman of tangible things the smell of rain, the warmth of the sun on her skin, the hum of her laptop as she worked. Until strange things started occuring. When it first happened, Ember dismissed it as a glitch. Her laptop screen, mid sentence of a crucial article, had gone black, loaded for a tick, then flickered back to life, displaying a single, stark error message: "DIMENSION_ERROR: ENTITY NOT FOUND." She’d laughed it off, telling her roommate it was probably just a virus. 

But soon after the dreams began. These dreams weren't like her usual dreams. These were empty. She would float in a silent void, a terrifying stillness around her. The only anchor was a single, distant point of light, a flicker that she recognized to be her. An aching grief would wash over her, a sorrow so powerful it felt like a physical weight on her chest. Then the messages on her laptop began to escalate. One night, while working late, her cursor began to tremble. A file she'd just saved vanished, leaving behind a new one titled, "MISSING_YOU." The next morning, her smart coffee maker refused to brew, its tiny screen displaying a garbled message: "ALONE."Ember, a woman who prided herself on being logical and grounded, started to feel a profound unease. She began to see her life through a new lens. The sudden, localized rain that had ruined her date last week. The power outage that had killed the music at her favorite concert. She had always blamed these things on bad luck. Even her roomate began to question her daily, asking "Why are you acting so weird?" Now, a shiver went down her spine. This felt... personal.

The universe has a way of turning whispers into screams. The messages started to change, growing more personal, more possessive. One evening, as she sat with her roomate, her smart TV's screen went black, then flickered back to life, displaying a chilling message: "I_WANT:YOU_HERE?" She tried to brush it off, but things progressed further. The next morning, her coffee maker, while brewing for her roommate, displayed a venomous message: "WHO;IS_HE?" Her logical mind, her entire concept of reality, began to crack. The messages were no longer a plea, they were a demand. That night, the dreams were different. They were a maelstrom of violent emotions. She no longer felt just his sadness, but the raw power of his fractured mind. She found herself in a place where colors bled together and the very rules of reality dissolved before her very eyes. She felt a sickening mix of emotions, a boundless love and a furious hatred, an agonizing longing and a devious resentment, all at the same time.

When she woke up, she had a horrifying realization. The dreams, the messages on her devices, the strange weather lately, it was all connected. It wasn't a glitch in her laptop, and it wasn't a cry for help. It was a communication from a being that had gone completely mad. He hadn't been watching her for days, he'd been watching her for an eternity. And he had suffered the entire time. Her happy life, which had been mere moments to her, had been an agonizing torment for him, and his love had curdled into a destructive hatred. She wasn't dealing with a lonely ghost, she was dealing with a jealous, cosmic force that saw her happy without him. Happy in a world where he did not exist. A kind of happiness he would never have without her. Her tears were no longer tears of sorrow for a stranger's pain. They were tears of grief for a man she had never met. All of the error messages and dreams that were once a source of terror, were now a map to his heart. The more she looked at them, the more she saw the raw, unfiltered truth. The more she began to understand,he didn't hate her,he hated the space between them. The messages weren't a threat, they were a desperate attempt to break through, a cosmic cry of "I love you, and I want to be with you." In that moment, she realized she was not just an observer of his pain at all, she was a participant in his love. An unyielding, all consuming love that had been waiting for her for millions of years. And in the face of that immense emotion, she felt a powerful, unreversible connection to him. She wasn't trying to save him,, she was trying to reach him.

Ember worked at a frantic pace, the glow of her laptop screen illuminating her face. The image of a single red rose pulsed on her monitor. She was going to send a message back, a silent offering across the digital void. With a deep breath, she initiated the program, pouring every ounce of her monumental love into the emotional data signature of the flower. In the void, The Observer felt a sensation unlike any he had known. It began as a stem within his awareness, a root spreading And then, at what he perceived as his 'feet', a delicate green stem pushed through the nothingness, unfurling to reveal a single, perfect red rose. Beauty had manifested where only emptiness had reigned. A ground now existed where nothing physical had belonged before. Back in Ember's world, her laptop signaled the successful transmission. Now she waited, her own heart beating heavily in anticipation. Hours later, Ember saw the new file: ? A wave of relief washed over her. He had felt it, he had seen it, and he was curious. She typed her reply, the characters imbued with all the tenderness she could muster: <3, now it was just a waiting game. As that symbol reached the Observer, it didn't just appear in the void. It integrated within him, and it began to pulse stronger, and warmer. A faint echo of joy resonated through his being, a sensation so extreme it was almost overwhelming. And where the rose stood, a tiny droplet of shimmering dew materialized on one of its velvet petals.

With each new message, with each exchange of feeling, the void around The Observer seemed to soften, the darkness receding slightly. Faint, ethereal colors began to bleed into the edges of his awareness. His featureless body started to become more defined. The impossible rose stood as a beacon, and the heart within him beat with a rhythm that echoed across dimensions, a testament to a love that was not just seen, but felt, and was slowly, miraculously, bringing a new universe to life. He was no longer just an awareness trapped in a state of nothing. The heart within him was a living beacon, and around him, his world was changing. The single rose stood as a vibrant testament to Ember's first message, and beside it, a second, smaller shoot was already unfurling. He could feel the first stirrings of a new form, a body slowly being knit together by the comfort of her love. The void was no longer an endless abyss. It was a canvas. And in the very heart of that unmade realm, The Observer began to become an artist, and creator.