I am nothing.

Cracks of light soon waver, as if you were looking through fumes spreading from the ever-heating sun. You forsake your duty by stealing the gift; but tell me, if a gift is given then how can it be stolen? It is already yours. The stars begin to fade as reality goes dark, you sit upon a throne of nothing; endlessly wandering into black. Nothing is something, with enough power. Dark hands explore your body as visions of nothing envelop your mind. You have control here. In the endless absence, you reclaim the power gifted and create new stars.

All eyes watching will be made by you, it is deemed. The eyes will flourish in due time, slowly lighting up the sky until it is made in your perfect vision. Create something from the nothingness of your choice.