The imbalance of the brightness was subtle, but it was undoubtedly there. Even Aysus, who had most of its attention still focused on the brightness, could feel it. It followed after its companion, taking a slower, more direct course that cut through the bouncing of its companion. Just like everything else in this uncertain new reality the threads were behaving in a way that they had never behaved before. They writhed away from the light, leaving an emptiness surrounding the bright thing, a space with even more nothing than the rest of the surroundings. At least in that nothing there were the threads. But in that space reality was beginning to distort, and the light began to waver.

Seized by something that almost resembled the desperate excitement of its companion Aysus moved in, following along behind Tahaan. The threads moved towards it, as they always did, but the strange, repulsive force of the light was great enough that even Aysus' presence was not enough to repair the imbalance. It pulled the threads in towards the brightness, drawing them in closer and closer to the point of light.

The feeling thrumming in the air was far more massive than the sensation of the creation of the light. The threads began to race out towards infinity, covering all space, and the other threads began to unconsciously fall into alignment. Had it been a brand new sensation, Aysus may have folded to it, released the threads and allowed them to return to the randomness. But it was not as new as it had been moments before. Ultimately, though, it was the knowledge that this second act of creation was true to what had already been created that kept Aysus holding the threads, keeping them in place near the light while Tahaan gathered more, pulling them in towards the light. 

And then they began to press, pushing the threads in towards the light. In creating the light, the two consciousnesses had pressed the two opposing forces of the universe so close together that they could no longer be separated. Now, however, they were drawing together the uncreated opposition of the light, forcing it to establish itself before the light was destroyed. And, once more, under the weight of the two, reality folded, and something new was born.

And with that birth came the death of nothing. It wasn't a loud death, or a violent death. That might almost have done it some justice. It was simply a cessation, a giving-up. There was no more nothing. For there was brightness, and then there was dimness. And those two truths filled the universe, and left no room for nothing.

[i]~Yes,~[/i] Aysus agreed. [i]~Two things. They are complete.~[/i]

Aysus moved away from the light, watching as the darkness slowly enveloped its own form. The threads shivered around it, briefly drawing in closer before dispersing as Aysus passed. They had returned to their chaotic randomness, even among the order of the darkness. The universe had accepted the newness, had learned to adapt its own natural rhythms and patterns to the change. It was not wrong, what they had made, even if it was new. Still Aysus waited, calmly observing, trying to fully understand this thing that it and Tahaan had done.