A world meant to be forgotten at the end of the journey.
Unsure how you got here when it hasn't even begun, but welcome to the Game while it sets.
Before a single star had been formed to shine at the start of a cycle, there was nothing to be considered alive, not even a concept of a space, a time, or even an emptiness, nothing could not be considered nor could anything be. Not until something decided on a single point, somewhere in-between 'nothing' within the sea of Worlds, just a single point, no different from a dot, to expend it, stretch it, fill it with emptiness, with something that was nothing, and have it hold the possibility of infinity. From then, while a complete darkness of nothingness, there was still something, and it was the Possibility within the Darkness.
The Possibility of a Universe now open, came in a Space that, while cold on the outside, was filled with the warmth of an undying star. It was the first thing that saw the possibility of anything within what it would consider a 'blank canvas', the first to dance with open arms in excitement, and from its fingertips it would start to create clouds of cosmic dust and gas, not meant to last but to collapse to create and shape stars, to bring within this Darkness a light. Stars, dwarves and giants, from the 'coldest' of blues to the 'warmest' of reds, nebulae, black holes, and ultimately galaxies, while these lights were not everywhere on this infinity, there was enough for it to feel less empty.
But stars as beautiful as they were were no living, too rough, wild, yet still and linear. But these little lights were enough to bring into some, sparks of ideas. Another would use the very dust that made up stars to create something more solid, more compact, more tamed, planets. Some were in the middle of where there were little to no stars, others close to these burning lights, a different arrangement that seemed to work more or less each in its own ways, giving out some icey lands, some other similar to these burning stars yet still compact enough to be a planet, even trying to see how big one could be, how small, how gaseous, how dense, to play with any parameter there was to get different sorts of Lands. All these had started to entertain some a little more.
Now with even more choices at hand, one of these Lands was used as a point of focus to start making more lively creations. A Land that was barren and lifeless despite being made from the same dust of the stars would first be partially covered with water to make up the Depths of the oceans and seas, then covered with the green of plants whether on Land or underwater, be it flowers or shrubs, trees or creepers, herbs or climbers. After all of that, the first kind of moving creations be made to help what has already been created to keep on existing without external help's need, to be preyed on while they in turn preyed as well, these things were insects, some flying, others crawling, a few jumping. Some intelligence to them, or more so natural instincts and drive... They could not bear much thought, and while some could work together, that was all it was, there was no... drive. Not like how They are...