If I had to tell you when or how I came into existence, I could not say. At some point in time, somewhere in a vast sea of darkness, a seed of consciousness has formed and I was born. In contrast to the void around me, I seem to glow just like all the other specks in the distance. Floating in nothingness was all I could do.

It wasn't truly "nothing", it was still some kind of space. I could observe sparkling in different light and intensity, some appearing or disappearing, though never in immediate reach to me. I wasn't able to discern if they were the same as me or something different. Concepts like time and space had no meaning. Who knows how long I've been already.

I'm not sure if you could call me a body. The me was neither solid or fluid, whole or dispersed, the closest way I could describe myself is a bundle of liquid light. You know lava lamps humans invented for entertainment? Something like that. By chance, or perhaps you can call it fate, I discovered a strange ability by swishing around my whatever-matter-you-think limbs in the void.

A tear in the fabric of reality has opened. As I gazed through it, I could see different versions - perhaps perspectives is a better term - of myself. Inside out, backside, upside down, left, frontside, right, twisted, far away, from above, closed-up, from below, warped, tilted, distorted; like a mirror broken in a million shards reflecting a different side of me. It was disorienting, but I could instinctively tell that this new space was still me and that it was safe for me to enter.

This other dimension was as bright as myself, very different to the void I knew. The tear closed behind me and now I was standing inside myself. That's the best way to describe it, although it's probably futile to explain a higher-dimensional plane of existence. At first, it was hard to navigate through with my perception all over the place. I got used to it gradually and at an eternally slow pace, but time still wasn't a concept for me.