A sprout stuck in eternity

ㅤ She lay outside of space and time, curled around a fragile seed. That which should have been her home. Her world, which gave her birth. It had never sprouted, as if resisting, preferring to remain dormant. Fearing the future, avoiding the problems created by living beings in all worlds. Lazaris knew nothing of other worlds. And she knew nothing of her own. There was nothing in her except the desire for her world to form quickly, to bring happiness to her and the countless other beings who could not have come into being without it. Lazaris didn't understand why she had been born so early. Her world still remained a simple seed. Lifeless. It hadn't even hatched yet. She tried to warm it with her own warmth, irrigating it with clots of mana borrowed from the Tree—to no avail. Continuing to lie there, warming the seed with her warmth and love, Lazaris tried to think of how she could help. How to create fertile soil for the seed of an entire world. What was holding it back? Why had the other worlds she had begun to study so easily navigated this initial path? But she still couldn't come up with anything useful… She delved deeper into studying other worlds, uncovering their various sides, including the most unsightly. Then she realized: they were to blame for everything. Other worlds. There was so much that was terrible and dangerous in them. So many unworthy beings, bringing their own worlds into agony. No wonder her world refused to be born. Then she decided to show her world that she could protect it. If any being born from it caused it pain, she would cleanse the world of it. How she will cleanse other worlds, whose salvation, in her opinion, is impossible. And she will pass on the remnants of the fallen world's mana to her own, to give it strength and inspire it to be born. "I will do everything for you. After all, you are all I have." Lazaris resolutely stepped onto the soil of the nearest world… ㅤ