The Writer and the Void

The Writer
I am not an important factor to the constant progression of history, I am simply its observer and documenter, writing all that has and still passes into the past. I remember nothing of my own life and instead my memory is filled with the near infinite events of Aevilon, the universe of my naming. I have spent all of time influencing cultures on a universe wide scale so that when the day arrives its not a shock.

The Void
In the beginning there was nothingness, a blackened void of non-existence. The void was a place of unimaginable nothingness where no stars, no planets and no moons existed. It was a desolate wasteland of balanced dichotomy with infinite possibility without realised reality. I was not there but I was able to observe it, deep into what we would think now to be the universe there was nothing, a scary amount of nothing and throughout my time it is the only thing that has brought fear deep into my soul.

In my omnipresence I found myself first in the blackened void well at the start of my memory, floating around, doing my own thing. It was unimaginably dark and quiet, not even my own breath would register in my brain and so dark that I could not even see my body as I looked at myself. Unlike most, who would probably be driven mad, I saw this as a sort of blank chalk board and I spent periods, thinking, doing and thinking some more.

My Ponderings
When pondering about what I had spent the period I was here for doing I came across my first problem, the emptiness of the need for a word to describe the passing of events, Time. I thought that time could be a measure of things moving along, I think measures were something I learnt about in my own life though I do not remember. I also contemplated the use of words by my minds inner dialogue, how did I know all these 'words' must have been something else I 'learnt'. Anyway Time, I knew I needed a measurement of Time but I had no idea what to use. Time passed without measure while I wondered, but it was the impact of my own hand on my body that gave me the first measure. SECOND I shall call this small fraction of time a second.