[A-1 Climax 26] Void Creation Method

EVENT：自称無名BMS作家が物申す！ & A-1 ClimaX 2026 VENUE：https://manbow.nothing.sh/event/event.cgi?action=More_def&num=24&event=151 DOWNLOAD：https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/47gf5r3cfqekvj40zfw9e/mumei26_ogg-void_creation_method.zip?rlkey=72ws158bvphvryj02sc4jle01&st=0feaq8mk&dl=0 I've asked myself: Where do I come from, where am I going, and what is the meaning of my existence? Occasionally, I gaze at the star-studded night sky. Perhaps we all originated from the vast universe—we were once one, and we were countless. In the endless flow of time, we quietly lie dormant within time, feeling the world, perceiving the universe, and pursuing the true meaning of existence. Once, I imagined in my mind: Where did I come from? A cell divides into two, four, eight, constantly developing, eventually becoming a complete individual. So, I boldly imagined—could everything around me also be created from nothing? Looking around this world, those buildings that have transcended time seem to whisper: We have built a miracle, a great miracle of creation from nothing. This miracle has forged everyone who has lived or died, forged our lives, forged our thoughts. It's as if at this moment, we stand shoulder to shoulder with people from a hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, together forging our own miracle. In my mind, I constructed an image: an object, through constant transformation and kneading, gradually taking shape into what we call a "miracle." Each creation is like a guiding light, leading us towards the unknown, towards miracles. Our ultimate goal is to find the source of those miracles and comprehend their truth. Until one day, I lay in bed meditating. A faint light shone through the pitch-black room. I gently moved my hands, as if a miracle were right before my eyes. I clasped my hands together, then opened them again, and strands of "threads" appeared between my fingers, seemingly real. From that moment on, I gazed intently at my hands, repeatedly moving them, until finally, my own creation arose in my palms. It seemed nonexistent, yet undeniably suspended in reality—I believed this was the creation I had made. Walking down the street again, looking at everything around me, I suddenly realized: we live in an age of creation, an age where humanity creates miracles with its own hands. And we are the ones who create miracles.