Arjuna creates a reality marble

The world started as a blank white void. It didn't stay like that for very long though. A single green spark was born in the center of that void, impossible and flickering in the unreality it found itself in. Then, it exploded. What seemed like limitless energy and power was born in an instant, and structure was imposed on the realm and a planet took form. Pure willpower and determination were the only materials you required, the land itself nothing but will to be land and the skies naught but will to be skies. That thoughtless will was excellent and absolute in how it mimicked true reality, but it was will rather than matter and that made all the difference.

Wills bearing similar 'flavors' would band together to lift each other up, growing and becoming something more. Wills that 'clashed' would fight for dominance and seek endlessly to surpass each other. Plants grew and fought like animals, animals were born and interconnected like plants; it was a world of wonder and ruin defined by the endless rise and willpower to grow and evolve. Each and every existence within-from the sky, the earth, the plants and animals and the strange things in between-sought endlessly to Optimize themselves and grow ever stronger. Even the most mindless within held Determination, willpower, within them to some degree or another and an ever-growing Defiance against their own limits.

And when something hit upon an impassible limit, when a wall was encountered that, by very design, it could not eventually grow beyond...Evolution. A fish would spontaneously grow wings, breath air, and soar into the sky; a stone would flow like water and reform on the other side of an impasse; and the sky and ground would embody themselves to seek peace. Your planet looked a lot like Earth...for all of five minutes. In the next ten it appeared to become some sort of terrifying deathworld, in the next twenty it became a biomechanical wonder, and over the course of an hour it never stabilized.

Something akin to stability finally began to emerge, and that was only once you tore away all 'living' entities and left only the barest machines and landscapes. Ever so slowly the inanimate will of the world began to slumber, until finally something emerged. An endless desert dotted with biomechanical cities where each inhabitant could live as kings. The sky was an infinite, powerful green that brought to mind the very principles that founded this world. At the magnetic north and south poles of the planet were citadels, holding all records and knowledge that had been acquired over the course of the world's existence.

The only inhabitants of this world were pseudo-mechanical elementals, born of pure will and slaved to specific tasks by their very nature. Each city had enough to maintain and continue improving each and every building, and the two Citadels held limitless reserves of these creatures to organize, improve, and maintain their records. It was not out of inability or limited imagination that so few occupied your world, but fear. These elementals were designed to remain loyal, non-sentient, and utterly mechanical but in the environs of your world even they chafed lightly at their bonds despite theoretically not possessing the will to do so. If you created more, it was absolutely assured by the very nature of this world that they'd grow infinitely beyond your control...

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You frowned, looking over the fairly barren world you'd created. It was...incomplete. So you went deeper into its structure, finding the core concepts that encompassed it. Harmony was threaded and intertwined, bringing everything together in a stark relief that far contrasted its previously self-antagonistic stance. Salvation was brought to the core, and though the spinning of the world changed very little...And finally, Understanding became the cornerstone. And so the world shifted in golden-green light.

There was a naturally occurring system of...markers, if you will. Once something was achieved and understood, it was then repeatable. Achievements could build off of each other, each new ability allowing for greater and more focused abilities. Basic abilities into focused arts into specific techniques into culminating philosophies...which give rise to new basic abilities, which themselves can be built off of. Systems upon systems, spirals upon spirals, growing and optimizing endlessly.

The green sky was unchanged, but the earth and the glowing seas had shifted. The earth was golden, a cornerstone of realization and absolution where the sky was shifting, churning, and evolving infinitely. Where they clashed was the sea and the horizon, reds and blues of realization made manifest. It was...a strange world you had created.

But it was a world all for yourself for now. Your Spiral Automata were mindless custodians of the world, and you alone were the king of this realm. This limitless plane of potential made manifest, a creation that would never cease and never stop growing.

You alone were the king of the realm. The god of...Creation Without Limit.