The Cosmos

The Rainbow Abyss sat in the middle of the blur that divides the past from the future.
That bottomless ocean held the raw information for everything to ever exist in the form of ones and zeroes ad infinitum beneath garish-colored waves. The Void's expanses of pure nothingness hung overhead.

The Abyss was viscerally lonely, as the Void lacked its sentience. It was more akin to a machine without power than anything.
The Rainbow Abyss' depths contained the potential for all ever to exist. Yet, it only churned in the belly of the Abyss as binary digits; code lacking the means to execute. The seconds warped into eternities with every inch of solitude that passed.

The Chaos of the Abyss stared at the Order of the Void in the face and craved to consume it, wholly and utterly. Chaos yearned to sink its vibrant teeth into Order's swirling megaparsecs of zeroes and become something perfect.

Thus, its crashing rainbow tides lurched into the eternal blackness overhead. They intertwined to birth the Universe with a Bang.

Outer Space

Galactic Muses

The Universe is dubbed a living machine by those who know it best, as opposed to the common mistake of referring to it as a god by the layperson.

The concept of perfection has been the muse of the Universe ever since its inception, constantly evolving for it finally to be deemed worthy in its own Cosmic eyes.
The mechanical nature of the Void and the lonely dreams of the Abyss resulted in a perpetual hell of striving for absolute perfection with no room for negotiation. These hopes and dreams bled into all inhabitants of the Cosmos, burning through the brightest red giants and warping within the most gluttonous black holes.
The Cosmos sees itself as an artist with a prized piece, frequently 'restarting' itself on a dime by reforming the singularity that sparked the Big Bang, going through the entire process of remaking itself from scratch as the Universe is unable to control time. Anything the Universe deems to be a 'mistake' will prompt a reset, regardless of how minuscule.

Cosmic Speech

This reality is not a simulation, despite the Cosmos being comprised of a low-level programming language at its core. The Universe is not simulating anything; it's simply made of code, along with everything else within it.
This language, Cosmic Speech, is a mix of cryptography, Enochian, art, music, and high mathematics. The swirling raw information contained within the primordial Abyss is the clay the Universe uses to bring everything into existence, regardless of tangibility and whether or not it currently exists within an iteration, ranging from energy to matryoshka brains.
For example, the information for an 'antimatter engine' would exist long before the first antimatter engine would come to fruition in the Universe's lifespan.

Beneath quarks and the quantum realm is where Cosmic Speech resides. The individual units of Cosmic Speech come together to form quarks, which then form subatomic particles, and so on, working as a sort of puzzle to form reality through complex chains spanning innumerable units. Earthling observations of the code for humans (scientist coworkers) noted it to be surprisingly colorful and noisy, blindingly and deafeningly so, with the tiny units forming a shifting visual of dreams, sorrows, life experiences, and interests, offering an insight into the individual being scrutinized.
For instance, an astronomer with a penchant for pain au chocolat and pulsars would have their code visually reflect that.

Cosmic Speech has been notorious for being “painful to look at” due to its higher dimensional structure and perpetually shifting disarray.
Unlike Earthlings, who can only process the third dimension or lower, the Universe can process any dimension due to itself being any dimension. This unboundedness led to Cosmic Speech being an “infinite dimensional” structure. This is why Earthlings have found the code within other Earthlings to be bright, loud, and chaotic.

Prolonged exposure to Cosmic Speech commonly causes extreme nausea, migraines, or death.

Bugs

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Current Iteration

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Notes

• The Universe's favorite food is garlic bread.